City Sickness / Let Fire Cleanse

these streets
they reek of heartbreak
of tears and cries
of drugs and blood
of booze and fear
and sickness

a garbage can
for life gone wrong
cast away, aside

burn this trash
incinerate
waste exists
to be destroyed

destroy it all
destroy it all
destroy it all
let fire cleanse

a phoenix rises
in fairy tales
not here, not now
no, not today

ashes fly
and feed the grass
the trees and flowers
feast on decay
not the concrete
not the tar
ashes fly
in flocks of grey

life is better
far away
the soil is fed
where ashes land
bricks reformed
plague now hope
life lends man
a helping hand

decades come
and decades go
grass is tar
under men’s feet
life’s green and lush
invisible
behind new walls
of dead concrete

the streets
soon reek of sickness
of fights and rape
and death

stockpiled drums
of gasoline
will soon be put to use

destroy it all
destroy it all
destroy it all
let fire cleanse

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