Columns and columns of treacherous walls....
Liberty gains no reverence from all...
Perverted twists of the halos soon gather...
Dents on the road bring out their colour...
Disguising the warts and ghouls and gallows...
Same as always ...the friends and the foes.
Aggressively they climb that dingy ladder...
Wandering brings out no conscience it seems...
The sordid sob-stories now so much the better...
Perspectives diminish so effervescently it seems...
Washed out..drained..wasted in drunken sorrows...
Callous is in; serenity demeaned...
Your freakish today and trembling so...
Pathetic now but saner tomorow.
Don't stop just now
The natives are calling...
Scars of theirs, malicious so much closer...
Go on, your face does much talking...
The ropes you'll learn will bemuse you further....
Conscience is irrelevant
Lost it on the way...
So all your concern
Hovered in the wake.
Of light and darkness and indifference i speak...
Hoarse and wavering
Such noble creed shocks you today.
Dirt creeps up, stealthing and binding...
All labour and sweat, of hours of my making...
Dissapear i wish they would...
Harbouring horrors of un-imaginable goods.
It's so right to take them away...
Dangling with trepidition, i hold them close...
Knives are to be knives...
Same as always..my friends and foes.
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