Deep inside the city hatred is all that I see

  Smiles don't exist in the faces around me

  Fear lingers among everyone passing

  Their mouths only certain words releasing

  The four-headed serpent coiled in its white circle in a sea of blood

  It controls them if they wish their loved ones not to be torn apart

  Among them all a face spreading glee

  Unlike the others dressed in black but without letting death be

  Followed by others he almost lazily drags his feet along the ground

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  Aloof and careless he cares not for what happens around

  It's a mystery that makes me wonder

  Does he simply not see his world being in a blunder?

  He comes and goes with more bags filled with his easy pleasures

  In a self-moving chariot, he loads them all not even attempting to measure

  Our eyes connect as they did with many others

  With the same look in each one, he hardly bothers

  His chest and arms speak of many achievements

  Medals coated everywhere but they feel underserved in their obtainments

  Just who might this frivolous fool be?

  In trying time laughing when he doesn't lead

  But deep inside I can feel it in my being's fivers

  He's dangerous no matter what to show he bothers

  In truth he lies misguided like I once did

  Curiosity irks me to know what he would really believe

  Amidst misery to be so outgoing and live with laughter

  This one fell short in mind, trading one evil for the other