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The fog was thick
and the dark was much thicker
That country was called
the country where the sun never set
its capital was wrapped in fog
yet was bright with glory
And often the light
did adjoin the dark
Or was the light
that brang forth the dark
This they did know
but let pass
that they might live in peace
AD 1888

The East End in London
The red moon seems blood
and shines high in the sky
But a thick fog, as a curtain
lets not light to touch
this sinful land
Now, in the darkness, it…
it rusties
It has found its sacrificeand
begins to move
It has a knife pitch black
at the darkness,
and of what that blade is forged
we can not guess
That Knife is wet
with the blood of six sinful people
who lived in this town
"Not enough, Not enough"
It mutters in a voice neigh silence
A strange smell hangs
in the depths of a cramped
narrow lane
The stink of horse dung
on the cobbled streed
and the rot of vegetables
and rancid meat was overpowered
by the rank odor of the people
living in the areas round about
The various smells mixed
and covered the lane… no, the whole city
"This city, this country,
this world… everything rotten"
It gripped the Knife again
and began to prowl the dark city,
the city of fog

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