> The Darkener's Console

There is a suspicious-looking individual, holding a large bag, leaning against one wall. He is armed with a deadly stiletto.

The Full Truth —

It’s eating at me, but I must protect me
It’s much more than you think
This trajectory
My trajectory

These years go by like days
My life is already starting to wain
I’m loyal, I’ve sustained
This vision in me

I’m stuck in this tree
Trying to break free from trading time for money
But it’s warm, it’s cool
Take a walk in my shoes
You’d do what I did, too

This necessary evil
Is still just a tool
For change, I imagine a
Future without greed
In everyone around me


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