As to say, he walks,
Down the white block road not a glimmer in sight,
All focus on surroundings,
Fellows say, "How do you do?"
And smiling and touching him
From head to toe.
No this was not like it
Not like the real one
He always needed,
This was so much better
He looks up against him
And sees that it is not true.
It will never happen as they say,
Red blood upon the floor.
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