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Aug 2018
We put in the strongbox everything that is valuable,
We just see its width, n never ask for its height
We don't know what we are looking for
Day n Night
Night you reach home
Tired, you just wanna woke up next morning
It's worst than 100 wars,
Bunch of zombies together
Without thinkin, feelin
Our Heart is worst than 100 stones
It's a machine era
We can't be tired
Our fathers plowed and its our time to spray seeds

I am from a dead city
A place where men are beneath ground

In this dead city we are all bitter n pessimistic
Looking for weakness
Every time looking to repeat ourselves
They make us big with promises
They got promise from us to be go the right direction
In this crowded city, you got mature soon
You want to survive? So tell lies lies
Breath, Breath
The cage got bigger
Everything that smells human, its a trap trap
They sell you a world that you never saw before
Raw paradox between appearance n conscience
Repeat it, repeat
We won't be wise n mature

I am from a dead city
A place where men are beneath ground

Dead city is where I am from
It doesn't know before it dies
Nobody can pass it's border
The city was just one
Open minded
Looking for building not just consuming
But we forgot to feeling to be n being alive is just wasted
When our sights got changed
Our city got poorer like us
Looking for other cities
When our neighbours chicken become a goose
Everyone stays in yesterday, nobody will tell about tomorrowΒ Β 
I come from there
That money make purposes
N weeds get smoked
So I see dead bodies in mornings
Streets got near me n alley got further
Our gardens left us
Only roots survived
Written by
herooooo1
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