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Indulge me in a tale…

Entitled, urban creed

Where children starve

While predators feed.

Where tormented souls

Are kept just within reach,

Where a crude form of justice,

Is the unspoken code of the streets.

Late night sirens wail…

As local winos cringe

In some dark alley,

After all night binge

Player’s take to the streets

Adorned I’m colorful disguise

Bringing yet another tear,

To a tired mothers eye

Past the unseen darkness,

Where even how’s dare not stray,

Children forced sell their poison

To anyone who is willing to pay

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