The land disguise palace of pearls and honey,
Lavished with blurred tunes of the gospel and veered to the deuce with norms
The city of breath is hell
Keen land of wheels and gates just to celebrate a life of wealth
For if you lest obtain a metal or wood then you’re crowned with foul tongues of needs
To think Wise to meet this wealth makes heads go afar to execute blood for a dime just to obtain the crown of riches
” The city of breath is unfair”
Saint Hell !