once in a long while, an urge find you in the midst of the city's grime. a silent desperation overcome your wit. everything have superimposed themselves into a scene stuck in some forgotten zone in your brain. silvery vessels shuttle the main stretch. gargantuan boxes of steel, glass and stone lord over the largest of space : completely losing the horizon. an eerie mass of gray cloud hover upon a cacophonic , almost chaotic city of man. a scream does not escape your throat, instead you shiver ... you squint ... you fart and pass out.
... when you recover your pawned consciousness, the sky is under and the pit of the plunderer await the best of what is deserved.
farther out into the darkness a wave recoils and sweeps away what is left of scrimped sympathies and lies... lies you often tell yourself.
... when you recover your pawned consciousness, the sky is under and the pit of the plunderer await the best of what is deserved.
farther out into the darkness a wave recoils and sweeps away what is left of scrimped sympathies and lies... lies you often tell yourself.
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