See? This grey dawn is as the deep of winter
The grease of throughways and the veil of rooftops made scant
By the plod of punching rain
To weep
By this rave a typhoon did whip
And maim the happy poor
And drown the many boatless
And made slinky dancers of palms
Broadcasting the float of all that is filth
On flood rivers of careless ruin steering wicked disaster
To all those sunless within the vicinity of this
Garbage crumpled to hurt
An inept bastard trashed
Who then cries
"See? This grey dawn is as"
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