These streets have been derogated,
Now I've found myself drifting into decadence.
I see some of you are already getting aggravated,
This ill ridden trash in the ambiance.
Some are already feeling arrhythmia,
But you will get no help, I'm not charitable.
You seem to forever be in hysteria,
The feeling of animosity is understandable.
The puddles are steadily filling,
At the moment there seems to be no end.
This surely means the blood is spilling,
Don't cry to me I'm truly not your friend.
I often look to the sky,
Hoping I'll see your magnanimous god.
Seeing nothing I think it must be a lie,
Do you think this to be odd?
I am very iniquitous in my mind.
Some say I have a tendency of being inhumane.
This is something not very hard to find,
I think I am a king without a main.
