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The place where the wretched lurk

buried in dens they indwell

watchfully eye each move we make.

lurching through the darknened streets

lined with treacherous two-faced rats

ruining tomorow what we create today.

This city is a tomb of ghosts

crippled and drained of minds

leaving nothing but shadows of doubts.

Such inheritance is innate

Sins are embedded in thoughts

Flaring horizons are to be passed through

a withered place with empty souls

neighboring estate vile as morgue

content too far from being dead

think of what you've done and you're all set.