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A high trend economically tries a downward spiral of many neighborhood cries. Due to the mind altering ways abused violence gets a cheer as the young silence drops a tear. Nobility runs short and none lacks the necessary fear. This age has painted over the wise. A fortunate one tries, but ends up believing a pack full of lies. So many seek to live this regrettable lifeless trend. A law abiding sense never loses its rent on a search for a tranquil transcend. Departed from grace a master race of drug cultured slaves amputate the town of harmony and grace. 
  Scattering and living without a trace. A life can easily be fully disgraced. As the surrounding culture lives in utter disgrace. When ask of noble surroundings many hide their face. Confined to an outer space so many are shamed and put in their place. Domestic cases stack high as well as grieving those young who overdose and die. If they only seen that a onetime listen to the less street wise can eradicate fear and prepare many to hit a greater good and be able to finally put down the drugs or beer. 
  An action graces their presence. One with deep moral intention to leave a type a presence. Justice is now fought, yet the wolves graze and the power stays in the hand of those with higher names. Less fortunate ones are constantly thrown into the maze, as the higher nobility never pays. A blaze of rational blessings start to mend the aggressive wound. Conflicted are contradicted as they live to the dance of a different tune. Many dance with the graceful angel, and others still are stuck with the devil dancing in the moon.

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