The ecstasy of mortal life, how easily it disappears.
Cruel mimicry shouted at haunting pleas.
Lives callous gambles, worthless enough for wagers.
Contrast between living and dead, bitter pity.
Molten metal saved for another chest.
How tranquil the seconds before you die.
Blood pooling in desolate alleyways,
littered with greasy trash.
Bodies absorb myriad gunshots,
under dimming streetlights.
Do not deviate from clear routes,
or veer off crowded avenues.
Radicals traduce already tarnished names.
Tamed souls turned corybantic by fear.
Perspicuous senses feigned by loss.
So is the city plunged into furor.
Gold trophy winner
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