2 a.m.
3 stories high-
Stoned-
Ugly subways trashed
Cities,
When will they be bombed?
27th corner hookers-
Pay for sex-
Disease rampant
Everyone sick,
Poison run all over,
2 a.m.
The cities I hate,
The cities await bombings,
Terror.
Cities, subways,
Cars, trains
People-
Destroyed the world over.
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