In This Concrete Jungle

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    In This Concrete Jungle
     
    In this concrete jungle I lay in streets of blood, paved with the bodies of the holy.
     
    In this concrete jungle only Jah himself preserves me.
     
    In this concrete jungle my voice is suffocated by the machines and the cars.
     
    In this concrete jungle my story will be burried in the sands of time.
     
    In this concrete jungle I shall ramble on the words of the saints who voice has been long gone.
     
    This concrete jungle I live in is dying, decaying by its own personal sin. 
     
    So, I will wait idly by in this concrete jungle praying for the death of sin.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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