The fire raged, no place to dwell, a busy street, a place of hell..
What loss of life we do not know, no place to live, no place to go..
What place be next, where people die, the block is spent, the
price is high.. Dope addicts, drugs, degenerates all, some day
be gone, forever fall.. Not honor bound, no care, no trust, to
try destroy this what they must.. Ruination lives at Avenue Park,
the lights are out, the street is dark.. Scavengers now do meet
the scene.. No thought of love, death in between.. What is the
price, what is the toll, what charges them, for them what goal..
Wonder we the reason why, the bad shall live, the good shall die..
So try we must, we'll reach the goal.. We'll conquer sin, thus
save the soul..
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