Me Bambaiyya!

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Chaos is our peace within,
Adjustment: Our way of life.

Polluted is the air we breathe,
More is what we always need.

Distances blur,

Boundaries break,

Day turns to night

Night to day,

Nothing ever stops.
 

The filthy sea,

SLOWLY…

Consumes them all.

In the city
We call home.

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