The City
The City
The city smells of
Avariciousness from within
The city reeks of
Copius pestilent sins.
The city is permeated by
So many depraved beings putrefying it to its foreskin.
The city which was blissful once,
Is now putrid from its core
The city needs a redeemer
To elutriate its soul of the depravities.
The city needs a Samaritan,
To bring it's uprightness again to its fore.