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Grit
10-29-2013, 04:58 PM
Crowded cities
It's our place
a spinning rock flying in space.

That's why there's
no control.

Our people
covered with mold
wonder where we will go

Hope we don’t
burn to nothing.

Watch us all
make our trips
Self indulgent mentally sick

Disease walks round
in the streets.

I wish we’d all
take a bit
to admire our plots of s hit

I know that mine
is so lovely.

Dread rises slow
with no where to go.
We made our bowl bulletproof.

Sit inside
and watch the rain
wonder if it’ll douse the flames

I feel them blazing
all around.

Hear the sirens
see the crowds
a man is dead and it’s so loud

No one’s talking
quietly.

Hang your drum
on the horn
sit on back and watch some porn.

The last battle
has no field.

Blinding day,
boil some water,
I’d go out but why bother.

Everything has
said goodbye.

Winter without snow
and there’s nowhere to go.
We made our bowl bulletproof.