The powerful and the meek,
And the thrust into those revolutions
Of transcendency -
Can the slow devour the speedy
In that capitalization
Of rank-and-file dependency?
Sloths, in a distinctive realm,
Doomed to a cantankerous dungeon?
Confined to a dubious castle?
Still, the righteous only transcend,
A formula for wisps of air
Still hanging in the balance,
Longing for relevance
And dying for exposure.
The meats shall forever land
In that exotic cage,
Anxious for the sacrifice...
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