The Cynical Smile
By - Runner

I enter your world, silent unseen
you'll see no trace, of where i have been
i pass your defences, i slip through your doors
i'll take as my own, what once was called yours

The ancient law of balance is held
while every fat merchant's coffers are swelled
i will be there to take it from you
and there's not one thing, that you can do.

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