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Stray bullets pattering down, Atop frosted glass Shaded to look like worn pavement Perhaps an abstract statement, The futility of human frailty Rebellious dissidents forming cracks, Resistance against the main stream, Devouring liquid assets, Once belonging to gluttonous masters Dark elitism of storm clouds Somewhere there is sleep, A state of being in which to dream Sounds through the hallowed halls, Pitter of delicate cherubim feet Zeus strikes reality, Powers of imagination gone Afloat a sea of filthy obscurity Drifting, Drifting! The ambiance of being lonely under disconcerting awnings Tired and disconcertingly dirty Ponder upon the