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I crossed into Vienna, VIA courthouse road still trying to figure want it was all about
Then I see where courthouse road ends  right at church street den
The road continue from court house road and filters into lawyers road
Yet again I journeyed along Lawyers road to search for deeper meaning
The smell of bunt wood saturate the air spreading a foul smell far and near
Big houses lined on either side of the street
with mistletoe hanging on windows, doors mailboxes and trees
I came to a specific house and Christmas decoration spread out all around
bad Santa , bad reindeers and artificial angels flying in the air
I just didn't know what to make of it everything was just madness
there was so much confusion and redundant Christmas decoration foating around
I move quickly away from this place and continued my journey
When I reached the corner of Garret street something start to rattle my heart beat
Bamboo cluster hang from the corner and an exaggerated yard laden with Christmas decoration
spread out on the other side of the road
A man suddenly emerged from Garret street
and I asked him about the bamboo across the street
There was no water around yet something
was keeping the bamboo plant green and bold
They were fresh and healthy as if they  were being nourished by somebody
I rode up the street and circled around the bend looking for the end
As I rode down the road the smell of animal dung floats in the air
spreading a stinking smell everywhere
I finally come to the end of the trail and stumbled upon a pile of dirt 
signaling that the side walk is complete
suddenly spiritual song starts to sing
"Oh satan is on our track and he's trying to turn us back
Now you better run, better run to The Rock "
I try desperate to zoom it out but it kept singing out loud
The side walk ended and I have to push my bike and walk
in the bushes along the street
Again I stumbled upon another bamboo patch green and healthy as my back
But there was no question about that water was running from a nearby creek watering the bamboo trees and keeping them alive
Finally Lawyers road came to an end
As I Left Lawyers road and enter Hunter Mills road
These words  came shouting out."The proof is in the pudding"
There is something unique when you pass through the rich mans territory
No side walks, no bus stops only big walls with high gates
many side roads, big white house with white fences
and big yards that could build ten town houses
I come across twenty three ten and I felt as if I had entered the lion's den
A big iron gate and a palace leading towards heaven
I wonder what was going on there just as I thought about it
A man drove out from within and something felt strange 
The gate was wide open and three cars parked in front of the house
I don't know if they were the rightful owners, squatters or renters
But Christmas was not showing, the lions were intimidating
I kept hunting on hunter mills road trying to unburden my heavy load
and for the third time in a row another patch of bamboo plant appears
They were sitting in front of a red mail box and the drainage was running under
The def man said  that him can't hear but he hears what he wants to hear
The blind man said that he cannot see but he sees what he wants to see
And so the hidden road is below sucking the life out of you and me
But the proof in the pudding is hanging about.
I cannot bear it any longer I am going to speak out!
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