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Deep within this blaring intersection hangs a man from a blood drenched cross Looking down on the pilgrims below as they scurry madly to and fro What was once a tourist curiosity show now a trivia question nobody knows Part of the 24/7 scenery unseen Melded into the mosaic of a society lost Just another annoying city obstacle we step over and around As we mutter about urban clutter Nobody bothers to take the time to see humanity's greatest crime Not one soul will be found to help this wounded soul down A slice of 21st Century selfishness The new original sin
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
The Forsaken One
Deep within this blaring intersection hangs a man from a blood drenched cross Looking down on the pilgrims below as they scurry madly to and fro What was once a tourist curiosity show now a trivia question nobody knows Part of the 24/7 scenery unseen Melded into the mosaic of a society lost Just another annoying city obstacle we step over and around As we mutter about urban clutter Nobody bothers to take the time to see humanity's greatest crime Not one soul will be found to help this wounded soul down A slice of 21st Century selfishness The new original sin
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In a house
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
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