Azare
be-littled
Life is a walking street
a ghetto
full of banditry-friendly thugs
harlots, rape and cut-throats
a desert
of scorching sun
thirst and tornadoes
a wilderness
cannibals, vipers
you stand a prey
to your heart
and mine
only a patient
mind can walk it
unscarthed, untouched
try and keep trying
the trek is long
and the day
so young
sometimes it's beautiful
with beautiful
gleen and glamour
sometimes the ugliest face
you must wish to smite
it's too natural
for man to dance
to his shadows
a ghetto
full of banditry-friendly thugs
harlots, rape and cut-throats
a desert
of scorching sun
thirst and tornadoes
a wilderness
cannibals, vipers
you stand a prey
to your heart
and mine
only a patient
mind can walk it
unscarthed, untouched
try and keep trying
the trek is long
and the day
so young
sometimes it's beautiful
with beautiful
gleen and glamour
sometimes the ugliest face
you must wish to smite
it's too natural
for man to dance
to his shadows
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