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

  • Author: James Perrin (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 16th, 2024 00:30
  • Category: Unclassified
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    • 2781

      and they declare their sin as Sodom, they hide it not.

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        Yet all is forgiven...at the end of their wretched life

        • 2781

          So they say..

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