Half-aware that one eye will eat away at the other
Incessantly with an infectious stench,
Awakened by the throbbing pain,
A resigned body suppresses itself in silence .
In the heart of dead cities
Wander the faceless men
Using their cancerous pores
Against the impassive crowd and the walls of steel;
A hell of bloody scrap
Where beings are lost and rot;
Identical trimmings that we throw away then replace
Missing for nothing or no one.

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