Cities made of mortar and clay, thousands come to find their way,
The scent of money lures them here, though all the find is pain and fear.
All come here without a plan, the city turns strong wills into sand,
Labour breaks the body down, minds break as the cogs spin around.
Smoke and mirrors line the walls dreams and wishes begin to fall
Boosted egos think they're great believe that fortune is they're fate.
Oh so brave arrogance clear doesn't work no career
to the close family he tries to reach doubtful family begins to preach.
Different opinions the city full war of ideals push and pull
Two opinions neither wrong city of sadness moves along large powers make the deal long forgot how people feel...
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