My feet on track
in righteous flee,
my eyes look back.

"The city is under attack"
God said to me,
my feet on track.

With virtue in my knapsack
and a pocket of question
my eyes look back.

I hear a crack-
the salt of the earth has
my feet on track.

With sight of black
a pillar is tall.
(My eyes look back)

In motion's lack
decay is my dinner
(my feet on track
my eyes look back)

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