We're the sons and daughters of the poor man, the middle class man, Forced down to serve by the rich man's hand. This is the perspective Of a poor dead man's son, another kid that had to run, another...
You crawl up into your bed and pull the worn thin blanket over your head Trying hard to momentarily escape the touch you feel What is the worth of soul and skin? Price plummets down As each one comes...
Sisko to Dax. Yes, Captain. We arrive at Starbase 375 in five minutes. I'll meet you in the transporter room. Dax out. Ooh now, that's what I call really bad timing. I have to go. Jadzia there is just...
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