Gook along dilapidated roads
and carbon clouds that shroud the city
gleamed aglow.

Death, disease never looked so pretty
livid by light of a million neon
this city of Leon.

Thundered and lied and cried the heavens
Unholy tears then murdered their pride,
if alive.

Sickly scraps buried beneath they hide,
shoulder the burden of this city
rewarded in pity.