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Embraced by the powers of darkness

in this abusive fucking place

What little peace I find

is in the cool damp dreams of mortuary walls

I suffer sickness, I am overcome by the stagnent heat.

A city that cares not for those who value art above money

and the groveld heap of bodies dead from uncaring dictators

Both my life — and the two opposites I hate

they have become one of the same

keeping the great divide — divided

keeping safe those with cash

and doing away with the rest

and the rest hating the others

it is a never ending circle

a circle of divide.. I hurt inside