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What's the opportunity cost of living is it dying or a half life?

In a city with five banks and no real economy,

Dissect its autonomy and you reveal strife.

A place where a life is worth minimum wage

And government aid is reserved for another page.

Your life is in a box way before the clock strikes twelve.

Really you're a sacrifice

That was destined to be a prize.

Instead they put a price on your head

Now you're dead

The guild spill libations at your end.

Unburdened by guilt

They celebrate a life they didn't help to build.

CSVH