It’s right - following the foolishness of my thoughts is what led me here. Believing this building would be my shot into becoming flawless. From what I could see, a line of silk was placed on a small growing plant as if nothing had happened by the events. Within looking further, a beautiful web was placed on the plant with the spider and prey. The spider will win every time, that's how the story goes. A story I know is all too real.
Before death captures me, one final thought appears one that is different from the past. No longer do I envision what those corporation bosses will say about the power in their hands. Instead, what they take and strive for is the capturing of those who are innocent allowing for them to dream for a better life, with no intentions to help. Only to provide a trap for them in the webs they call work. Their hands are only seen as greasy and black for that is what they are. I drift away and could only think of one thing:
In the end, are we not the ones that created these monsters, allowing for them to grow out of control?
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