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Saturday, March 3, 2012

I live in the city of ... (II)

I live in the city of vice,
Where darkness rules,
and there is blight,
Even when the sun shines bright...

Here hope and faith,
linger on an edge,
waiting for light,
to make a wedge...

I live in the city of despair,
I live in the city of anger,
I live in the city of respite,

Where only darkness rules,
And fear roams free,
Even when the sun shines bright.