A/N: This may seems kind of weird; it's about not judging something by just
what you see. Aka: Don't judge the book by its cover.
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Garbage torn city,
Grey skies
Overhead of this
Garbage torn city;
This need to take pity.
Cannot where a mask
For this garbage torn city
Is home to so many
Shadowed souls;
Playing roles
In the black of night, lurking;
hiding.
Garbage torn city,
Desolate desert stretching on forever,
How can people live in these dunes?
Singing joyous tunes
In ant holes busy,
Easily stepped on by greater
Quantities.
Garbage torn city,
We see a maze,
Through smog and haze,
And we smell fear,
Musty like barbed wire fences,
Rimming the exterior
So no one knows what truly lies
Inside.
For in the soul
Of this city, there is love and fires burning
Joy in witches cauldrons churning,
Hope, though pain may encircle naive eyes;
A patchwork quilt's been stitched of dreams,
And broken, though it seems,
There is happiness in this city,
This garbage torn city.
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