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1926
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IP:
A toxin tiptoes the hallow walkway of this plecenta,
feeding it's disease to all that is natural and pure.
A mother not infecting yet being infected.
This backward cloud of smog choking her love,
before falls a seed of curiosity...
.......................bare and nude this infant of sin lives on.
Stary Eyed inocence lifts its gental covers.
Only to be ripped of its descise as vulnerability meets
it's bane, and tries with all his might to grip that which is good.
But then humanity becons, blown a soft kiss from a whore.
The Devils Dance gaining pace around this young ones soul.
As a Square Dance to a Waltz, Waltz to a Run,
Before these circles singe the earth and a mother screams.
Begining to tear as her once child sits the star of this One Ringed Circus.
Newly set free of its womb, legs still trembling,
a Mothers child takes its first steps into the depths of Pandora's Box.
... 25 Years Later.
Mother... He is your Boy nevermore.
He is a Man, who knows not of his lineage but only the idustry.
A Bastard in his own mind, fathered by Lonely.
And... A Mother Weaps for her Failure.
With every Drop forms another Skyscraper to imortalize her Pains.
Now a lost soul strives for progression, Raping the Land.
Attacking his own Mother, Ripping away each Strand of Hair.
He knows not of his victim's Relation, rather only progression.
He Coats her Beauty with a Concrete Kiss and says Goodbye,
as the Rats are set free to roam Ravage his Creation,
and Foam binds itself about his lips from his labors...
As he Spits... and forever Exiles his Mother under a Layer of Black Tar.
... 30 Years Later.
Booming industry has turned for the worst,
as the Once Inocence Fathers a Ghetto.
Sit's in a Picture Window with Eyes Wide Shut
as the Rats become their own worst Nightmares.
The Boy's concrete cage now Flaws on every turn,
Only to be Plastered with a Layer of Black Tar Haroin.
A Tear free's itself from a Shell and Screams on its way down.
The Boy kneels and finds himself this puddle,
something Formilliar yet so very Unidentifiable.
Look up once again to see the Rats laying in the Streets.
That who has been Birth of a Land has Destroyed a People.
As the Skies Open up and Pour,
a Mother does her best to wash our Sins away.
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