Cigarette butts line the streets. The powerful cry tears as they eat the weak. Needles and syringes our cravings fill The traitor’s feet are running still. The lines of desperation break through mascara. The beggar in the gutter high on marijuana. The high and lofty hanging on his noose Hell’s hounds are bawling on the loose. Chasing … <a class="more-link" href="http://ground000.wordpress.com/2013/03/13/hell-we-created/">Keep reading <span class="meta-nav">→</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=ground000.wordpress.com&blog=32084475&post=1036&subd=ground000&ref=&feed=1" width="1" height="1" />
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