Believer


Walking in the streets of filth

rubbish leftovers are being devoured by black pigeons on the pavement

the concrete surface is slippery humid and suffocative

our mythical and eternal sunlight feels as sick as ever

our future is bathing in it

 the unfinished saga of our past is smiling its taking the piss

as a believer as ever

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