There are a people, hardened by toil and anonymity.
Faceless, they traverse behind the walls,
Building foundations of edifices, they will never visit.
Forgotten in the monstrous city they helped build.
Now they walk on burning asphalt.
Towards a future marked with uncertainty and peril,
Disowned by the world, and facing nature's wrath.
Their every step, a dagger to the heart.
Faceless, they traverse behind the walls,
Building foundations of edifices, they will never visit.
Forgotten in the monstrous city they helped build.
Now they walk on burning asphalt.
Towards a future marked with uncertainty and peril,
Disowned by the world, and facing nature's wrath.
Their every step, a dagger to the heart.
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