Look at me.
Not me!
I cheated!
Two eyes!
Streets are...
Garlands!
All are blind!
What the *?
Racists!
Right is like a time for a cry comes...
Salvation!
The world
stands on
the brink!
Who can do them a face?
No two would speak!
Nothing left!
Soon will be gone!
The
city's free!
Nothing!
Someone
knows why...
And yet the blood and chaos...
How they run in time...
Soon will be all...
The life for all...
I've seen its true face.
The streets are extended gutters,
and the gutters are full of blood.
When the great public's gathered,
all the bourbons will drown.
The accumulated filth of all that sexy
murder and fumble will have their wastes.
And all the whores and politicians will look up and shout,
Save us!
I'll whisper,