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Where people live and congregate they concentrate a force
Billowing out in hues of light, gaseous cloud of milk
A psychic silt only seen by demonic festering filth
Energy of human life, combined it radiates
Like a beacon to the parasites
A cornucopia on a plate
The skyline it glows with flickering souls
Above broken glass and the roads and the tolls
Some come from the sea, some live in the trees
Some smell the blood by the break of the breeze
Staring down the bowels of my soul
Consuming subconscious grief
Do they even stop to breathe?

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