marching to the urban nightThe leaves blend with the median lines as the seaguls glide with their wings spread wide. Obtrusive skyline barring sunset sight. A city thriving while dying in its pride.marching to the urban night
We don't belong here with our fistfuls of hate.
Since we emerged here we've done nothing but take.
Alienation
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