Fallen angels...blowing...litter in the streets
Mixing with the wrappers shed
From a not so happy meal
Once..it bore a strange appeal
Trapped on corners filthy
Covered in a neon glow
Working for the pimp in shadows
Working for the afterglow
Sordid lives surround the scene
One attracts another
Minds akimble..yet in tune
Around the curse..they hover
Round and round the story goes
Lost...the will for change
The circle spins..and draws within
The latest...within range..
Of the curse
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 16th, 2024 00:30
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Cool
Tx
and they declare their sin as Sodom, they hide it not.
Yet all is forgiven...at the end of their wretched life
So they say..
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