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Oh: even when you run to the South of the city: there is danger!For the North of the city shall enlarge and renew its CLAIM onto youAnd the blonde lionesses with their leather-pleated dressesAre in a state of shock and wonder,For the messianic complex has settled upon your foreheadAs the lion does leap up the dew.Preacher's at a cold wedding,PREACHER'S AT A STREET WEDDING,Laying down the shroud-like bedding:But do you really love this place?And your penchant for drugs shall ensure that you will alwaysLove this place,And your penchant for drugs shall surely end in something close to ruinousYou don't need Cassandra to gaze over the edgeDeep-boned readers and community leaders all notice the stumble in your gait,Do you really love this place?You don't need Cassandra to gaze over the edge,But you do need to get yourself out of the doom of this zone;For there is nothing mystic or storytelling about this zone. From Letras Mania