in the gloom of mighty cities,
'mid the roar of whirling wheels,
we are toiling on like chattle slaves of old
and our masters hope to keep us
ever, thus, beneath their heels
and to coin our very lifeblood into gold.

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This is a place to share greentexts and witness the confounding life of Anon. If you're new to the Greentext community, think of it as a sort of zoo with Anon as the main attraction.

Be warned:

• Anon is often crazy.
• Anon is often depressed.
• Anon frequently shares thoughts that are immature, offensive, or incomprehensible.

If you find yourself getting angry (or god forbid, agreeing) with something Anon has said, you might be doing it wrong.

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