Gotham City

I will never let this happen again; the beginning of the

end. The city clocks tick us towards the end. Wealth

neglecting ‘poor?’ Something must be done. Awaken these

demented souls. For all they can hear is the sound of

angels singing? Singing them to sleep, singing them to

death. The people suffering, their walls growing mould.

How can this all be real? Why can’t this be a dream? -

Just a dream. How can this all be normal? How can this

all be true? Why can’t this be just a dream? The streets

they suffer. The nocturnal bees that quench the nectar

blood. I cant I wont give in. We can’t loose this fight.

I can’t I won’t give up. We wont loose this fight. We

need a change. Revolution, go. Change! Transform. Change