You're riding in the desert on a canoe when all of a sudden all four wheels fall off now, how many chickens does it take to jump over a doghouse? Give up, the answer is six because banana's don't have bones in them.
Fetid flesh seeps into the gutters of a once beautiful metropolis.
Weeping is the only music in the streets and fear is the only thing projected on the airwaves.
Curses fly from door to door, followed by lead and blood.
The city's iron claws stretch to grasp the sky to find nothing but illusions.
There are no more dreams, the nightmare is reality.