The world was sold before we moved in.
We arrive to find the titles all taken,
the gold already melted,
and the thrones bolted to the floor.
We are told to "make our way"
on a path that was paved
and gated
before the first cry left our lungs.
The race is a performance for the owners
who watch us run
toward a finish line they drew
in our very own blood.
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