It's not worth it!
But all the same They rise to fight, They rise and rise and rise again, Day after day, Fearing the time When they must fall helpless As do all eventually, Into decay. And with every rise They sacrifice a little more To the machine, At first begrudgingly, And then with steam, Until finally, They chant in time To the grinding of its wheels And march along in silent disregard Of the ones it crushes Beneath the mass Of its enormous frame. And you would think That it was all there was Of the world For how they rise and rise. But it's not worth it! Stay down! If you can't rise To something more than that. Stay down! And die if you must! But do not live to serve The grind That drives the souls of men To hell and to the grave! Oh man! Don't rise! And let that great machine March on without you! Let it grind The bones of the poor Without your pushing it along! Oh man! Is it not worth your life To be free from the blood of these? Don't rise, oh man! Don't rise.
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