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~~Glacial Metro~~
IP:
Scanning Tha Horizon To Which Tha Dome Of Warmth Arose..
Broadcasting Direct Sight To Tha Drones Of Deca Toes..
This Case Closed But My Eminence Is All Desolate Within..
Out Of Grasp, Ambition's Tha Sword Im Having Trouble Gripping..
And Even Hopeless Swinging, Ball Exercises In Tha Street..
Come To Fretful Extremes As A Single Child Deplores Defeat..
These Pictures Are Seen From Tha Inner Sanctum Of My Quaters..
Through My Oriel I See An Urban Warfield With Vocal Mortors..
Broken Borders Nailed Over Tha Remnants Of A Glass Pane..
Sadness Is Laughing In Tha Sullen Faces On This Fast Train..
On This Journey To No-Where, Our Final Destination Is Life..
Stride Over Tha Gap, So I Can Be Gone From This Tyrant Device..
Tha Trangression Of Law Is Clockwise, Felons Escape On Anti..
360 Degrees Of Blasphemy, Illegal Entering Of A Shanty..
An Obscurity Brushes My Shoulder And Dashes Towards Tha North..
In Clasp Of A Snake Scaled Bag, He Impels Citizens With Force..
In This Populous He Is Lost, These Sirens Sound Remote..
Here And Gone By Tha Time He Can Concoct Another Cloak..
Tha Streetwalk Is Littered By Tha Thoughts Of An Artist..
And Tha Modern Age Detritus That Accumulates By Tha Heartless..
Tha Margin Is Dotted And Is Mis-Seen And Always Overstepped..
Immortals Collect In This Final Round Of Sudden Death..
Shaking My Head As I View These Companies Not Breaking Even..
Liabilities Tha Real Culprit Thats In Your Cupboard Thieving..
Peasants Grieving Over Conflicts With Other Destitutes..
Interfering Villagers Are Tha Ones Who Think "I'll Rescue You"..
But Get In Your Way And Expand Tha Situation, Making It Worse..
Trying To Put Into Action Tha Passages They Heard In Church..
A Dingy Figure Approaches Me In Tha Form Of A Narcotics Seller..
I Could Tell By His Attire That He Was A Stoop Dweller..
And Tha Odour Was Telling Y'all Tha Same Thing, Nocturnal Soul..
But It Was Still Daylight, His Prospect Was Out Of Control..
Tha Spectacle Passed Me And Actuated In An Occurrent Fight..
Scurrying After A Customer Who Owes Him A Royal Price..
Tha Loyal Sight Of Two Friends Frolicing With Euphoria..
As They Slip On Baliclavas And Break Into Bank Marauders..
A Yellow Cab With A HQ Distraction Crashes Into A Cab Adjacent..
As A Getaway Car Launches Tha Pile Up With Federals Chasing..
I Step Past Tha Chalky Border From Tha Other Nights Affair..
Opposite A Senile Clutching A Single Barrel Relaxing In A Chair..
His Frozen Stare, Made Tha Increase In My Walking Pace..
My Thought In Trace Is Mis-Laid By Tha Babel Of A Victim Of Mace..
Duck Proceedure Due To Tha Gunshots Vibrating Through Tha Air..
Tha One That Makes Contact Is Always Tha Person Who Doesnt Care..
As I Reach My Terminus Building, Through Human Picket Fences..
Add To Diary "This Has Been Another Day In Tha Life Of N-Demik"..
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