
In the emerald city,
care for others’s a pity…
*
Men with fabulous cars
Drive through corpse piles.
They gather alone
In the stadium to go,
They go hate sports.
*
It's always unknown
Why buildings don’t fall
Shiny windows they got
Coal curtains there lie
To hide pain inside.
*
Dear Utopy of mine!
Won’t you give me a smile?
Where emerald shines
And glitter rains down.
*
Thrash cans hide out,
out in plain sight…
*
The Centre holds the city hall
And homeless there prowl
That’s why they’re proud
Of desert roundabouts
*
Come gather a pile
Of gold, if you can
In the emerald city
All fall in line
*
Don’t care the eyes tired,
cause we got the fire…
*
Brands that destroy
Happily the lands
To give us some joy
And thankful we are
For your painful advice;
A punch in the liver if might
Cure all the bad is well,
Welcome you are then
To this gold enterprise.
*
In the emerald city of lights
That lights off the shadows of night
Don’t fear the darkest of lies
Here try to escape… If you can.
About the Creator
Matt B.
Matias Bohorquez C.
He/Him
Life demands creation.



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