imagine a city without access to the open sky
gloomy day is an everyday scene up above
dark smog thickens my point of embattlement
i could see, on its face, elucidation of despair
seen so many times before, so many times
these pages will not just turn by themselves
world is so twisted that human life renders no value
getting worse makes the element of progress
you could tell wisdom is measured by profits
granted limits beset chosen destiny
if only you would swallow and digest everything
the epitome of greed, was not a single stranger matter
