Hightailing it from a raw deal

Hightailing it from a raw deal,
with a pack of lawyers nipping at your heels.

Caught in a photograph
hurrying past the cenotaph.

Incense from a solitary mass -
Rain falls and moistens the glass.
Granite walls of the city shiver,
and weep into cobblestone rivers.

The murder of time and suffocation of space
mark their deeds and make their case.
While those you meet use all their might,
to blacken their moans and muffle the light.

For fear is our cancer at the core.
And anger is the death of the sun and the earth.

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