Dog carcass in the alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach.
This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face.
The streets are extended gutters.
And the gutters are full of blood.
When the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their greed and corruption will foam up around their waists and all those arrogant, egocentric, smug bastards will look up and scream,
" Save us !!! "
And I'll whisper,
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