Street Wordz

WHEN TEAR DROPS FALL (snippet)

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The summer’s hot…..
In fact, it’s hotter than hell’s flame in the midst of acid rain.
My nostrils burn from the stench of hostility in the atmosphere while blood drenched streets are washed clean from falling tears.
When tear drops fall they silently invade desolate caves of mental slaves sleeping in urban graves.
Lazarus wake up and be loosed! From your 16th century designer noose.