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Toxic Perfume

Toxic perfume fills the air it settles in agreement with those who don’t understand it. It seems as though it has no where to go and nothing to do. This toxic perfume is becoming our doom. It softly whispers by and everyone ignores it, until it slaps them in the face. Then they cover there noses and they move swiftly in haste. So that the toxic perfume will not penetrate, their brain. But you can't out maneuver it, because it has been trained. Toxic perfume in the underground city that smells so gritty attacks the masses of people moving to and fro. They carry heavy backpacks that will have them eventually walking low. They really have no where to go, they only think they do when they smell the toxic perfume. It is making everyone stupid, they do whatever it says. They have become like robots that have no place to lay their heads. But from what I have heard, it’s all going according to the plan. So the only thing for you to do, is to take your last breath and make it last.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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