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The raven angel
Everything that goes up, must come down
As I sit here scrawling these meaningless words upon yellow paper something inside of me dies.
Green beautiful ivy once grew out the window I now look and see darkness and soot covered brick.
This place has changed.
They say dreams are what makes a city grow. Buildings climb to the sky, cars zip along busy highways and fill our lungs with deadly poison.
Buildings climbed, they now crumble upon our weary heads.
Cars sped to their destination only to crash and burn along the way.
The poison in our lungs stays the same. Breathing the city's recycled air we are trapped in a lifetime of disease and poverty.
There is nothing that can save us now.
They say there is an angel for every being. A lot of people must have died to aid us all with wings.
There is also an angel for every city. An archangel that protects, destroys and rebuilds our lives after every mishap.
How I came across this citys angel was merely by mistake for he was cleverly m
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