Angelic creatures circle above us,
while watching mindless
shadows of people,
walking in puddles of sorrow.
Gray days of misfortunes
turn the wheels of life.
Buildings linked together
Like man, as he takes to him a wife.
The clock sits suspended
As life passes him by,
Death claims his soul in
the stench of life as his hands
move forward.
Raindrops fall like tears
into puddles of sorrow
While floodless streets
suck up every drop
Like a lollypop.
Power lines fill the streets
with lights that flicker
as mans soul sours
on life.
This is a cosmic place,
filled full of faceless people,
in a windless place,
seeking their fortune
living their lives on suspended
time!
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