no matter how smooth or sheer another hole appears, cracks all around plaster on the ground
The neighbourhood shook, walls fell down yet houses stayed up.
Empty shells with souls corrupt.
smiles upon faces outward grins tasteless in their hearts
evil in their thoughts,
contemplated graces
poor souls are in slavery yet the chains are bound and kept, twisting in all directions, pay the largest threat
A stench is in the air, protruding from the ground, cleaners sweep the streets
scrub the pavements down
wash all the curtains, paint all the cracks, triple glass in plastic Windows the stench is still around
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