This city has lost.
Hope is hanging, swaying silently in the dark.
Every day is just another loss agreed.
Every way is just another distant love.
Every day is just another tamed creep.
Every way is just another dead whore.
We've got nothing to fight for.
I call for sleep.
Brumal sleep.
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