Welcome To SinCity

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by Th3Sage97

by Th3Sage97

Black, dark
shape-shifting silhouettes
roam these alleys
in search of blood
are you afraid of the dark

homicide lurks at the
corner of every block
do you hear them?
gunshots
from a quarter a mile radius
they sound
gang wars plague this
city like parasites

welcome to oblivion
where there's
no rest for the innocent
where death is imminent
for the ones who stand up
and say NO
we want change
they die for what they believing in

Empty souls and empty minds
get birthed in a place
where they know they
constantly gotta fight in
order to survive
where meteors of bullets can fly
at any given time
kinetic projectiles ain't
wasted on wild shots
each violent boom is a death
straight to the head
no wild shot

only thing that gives them hope
and fills their hearts and globes of vision
with happiness and a reason to hold on
for dear God
and keep on living in this hellhole
til salvation comes
is that small church
just across the block
where the preacher will always preach
trust in the Lord, this pain is
only for a minute, it shall pass
for he says in his word, worry not
for salvation is yours

but how do you just walk there
or anywhere freely knowing that you're nothing
but a target? just a mere silhouette
see we're just targets
how do we live knowing that death
lurks at every corner and every turn
where we just seconds away from being ripped by these ravages
how do you keep believing that salvation will one day come, there is some light shining
at the end of all this darkness, how do you
preach the gospel
when the guns out there are still sounding...

bang bang
do you hear them sounding
another hailstorm falling
a murder in the capital square
another mother's child buried when
the sun comes up, or incinerated
when no one comes to claim him
earlier, see this sometimes just
happens because the family
doesn't have enough money for the burial
darn government done failed us
years ago, corruption ain't no longer
on the low anymore, no jobs for the
less privileged or the unknown folks
with less known maiden names, you want
to get a job in these parts it's all about
who you know

tender malleable youth
have fallen
to drugs, prostitution and gang violence
they now just fallow spirits
slowly seeping the fumes of decay
as the seasons passes they
trapped in a desolation of never ending
social trauma
oblivious to their purpose,
no guilt, compassion
or even tiny bits of remorse
they're like bipedal human forms stalking
these parts like live machines or
alien life forms
who darn achieved something
we could not : immortality

do you hear them sounding
bang bang
do you hear the sound piercing
through the air like a winter hail
do you hear the sound of a mother's cry
just a few blocks away
welcome to Hell's capital
city of the lost souls
welcome to SinCity
my home