Wind howling through the gutter,
Rats squealing, hiding in bins
Rattling in time to the epileptic neon.
Pull the shutters down -
There's a fire coming.
Black rain rattling in the wind
Bats howl and cower in the cave
Taking in water, taking in fire
The disconnected are running
The black inferno's coming.
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