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As I turn

down the avenue

and walk

with furtive steps;

the sinister plot

of the modern world

is intensely playing

in my head

the scent of papaya

& urine;

the grime covered

apocalypse

of future hellholes

we are entering

and the insidious laughter

ensues;

it is disconcerting

to hear the mockery;

the dripping acid

of sarcasm

the flesh boils

at the mention

of the sins

I can not commit

in daylight

without southern cross

the burning arrow

in the air

I must surrender—

this is a battle

that I can not win

yet still I drag myself

insistent on victory

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