Justice is what one would call corrupt. People walking the cracked and weathered sidewalks. They face simple goals that make life harder. They are zombies roaming aimlessly for food. They drag across the musical city, the depressing urban soundtrack. The mindless huddled around bins of fire to defeat, for a moment, to defeat the cool and cold feelings of the wealthy and the weather mastering the city's hell full of suffering and poverty.
Will they not stop and give? Will they not?
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