Squalor from Squalor by Kasstr • Troy

We call this wasteland home.
Seasons veiled in ever present smog.
Societies sewer.
Each rat and insect has its place.
As above, so below.

And every soul that dwells down here creates waste.
We're free so long as we remain within our cage.

I have dreamt of
What lies beyond
The lorn cement.
It's no different.

Baptized in an ocean of filth.
Destined to wither, stupid and starving.
Prayer and plea fall on deaf ears.
Breeding in squalor, feeding the problem.

Oh. Murder merely to exist.
Look back at bridges burned.
Full of the enemy.
Though when the fire smolders.
We've gained no distance. Still,
through the mire we press on.
Blindly

I have dreamt of
What lies beyond
The lorn cement.
It's no different.

Baptized in an ocean of filth.
Destined to wither, stupid and starving.
Prayer and plea fall on deaf ears.
Breeding in squalor, feeding the problem.
Destined to wither, stupid and starving.

Help.

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