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The hussle and bussle of city life. This was the way. This was the life. This was the city. Feet trod all over, and everywhere, on the footpaths. And everyone had somewhere to go and somewhere to see.
Mark was a boy. He knew where he was going. He was going home. But this was a big city, and he decided to take a back alley. Now usually he wouldn't have been that needy, to take a back alley, but today he was late home, and knew if he was any later his parents would be mad. So he took a back alley. But it lead to a dead end.
Mark turned around to see 3 men. This was it. His life in the balance. His moment to shine. Mark turned around and scalled the fence. He rolled over the top, and fell to the floor on the otherside. But the men had a car and drove straight through the weak fence, and after Mark. The hunt was on, and Mark was the hunted! Mark ran for his life. He took every back alley he could find, but still these men wouldn't stop it. These men had become the hunter within. These men carried on to chase Mark, then he had no option but to hide. In a dumpster.
The men drove past, but then Mark heard a crane. He was being lifted into a garbage truck. He screamed for help, but no one could hear him over the noise of the crane. He was crushed. And all that was left, was the blood dripping from the garbage truck. And it dried onto the pavement.
For this was city life. This was the way. This was life. This was the city. And feet trod all over, and everywhere, on the footpaths.
Mark was a boy. He knew where he was going. He was going home. But this was a big city, and he decided to take a back alley. Now usually he wouldn't have been that needy, to take a back alley, but today he was late home, and knew if he was any later his parents would be mad. So he took a back alley. But it lead to a dead end.
Mark turned around to see 3 men. This was it. His life in the balance. His moment to shine. Mark turned around and scalled the fence. He rolled over the top, and fell to the floor on the otherside. But the men had a car and drove straight through the weak fence, and after Mark. The hunt was on, and Mark was the hunted! Mark ran for his life. He took every back alley he could find, but still these men wouldn't stop it. These men had become the hunter within. These men carried on to chase Mark, then he had no option but to hide. In a dumpster.
The men drove past, but then Mark heard a crane. He was being lifted into a garbage truck. He screamed for help, but no one could hear him over the noise of the crane. He was crushed. And all that was left, was the blood dripping from the garbage truck. And it dried onto the pavement.
For this was city life. This was the way. This was life. This was the city. And feet trod all over, and everywhere, on the footpaths.
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The hussle and bussle of city life. This was the way. This was the life. This was the city. Feet trod all over, and everywhere, on the footpaths. And everyone had somewhere to go and somewhere to see.
Mark was a boy. He knew where he was going. He was going home. But this was a big city, and he decided to take a back alley. Now usually he wouldn't have been that needy, to take a back alley, but today he was late home, and knew if he was any later his parents would be mad. So he took a back alley. But it lead to a dead end.
Mark turned around to see 3 men. This was it. His life in the balance. His moment to shine. Mark turned around and scalled the fence. He rolled over the top, and fell to the floor on the otherside. But the men had a car and drove straight through the weak fence, and after Mark. The hunt was on, and Mark was the hunted! Mark ran for his life. He took every back alley he could find, but still these men wouldn't stop it. These men had become the hunter within. These men carried on to chase Mark, then he had no option but to hide. In a dumpster.
The men drove past, but then Mark heard a crane. He was being lifted into a garbage truck. He screamed for help, but no one could hear him over the noise of the crane. He was crushed. And all that was left, was the blood dripping from the garbage truck. And it dried onto the pavement.
For this was city life. This was the way. This was life. This was the city. And feet trod all over, and everywhere, on the footpaths.
Mark was a boy. He knew where he was going. He was going home. But this was a big city, and he decided to take a back alley. Now usually he wouldn't have been that needy, to take a back alley, but today he was late home, and knew if he was any later his parents would be mad. So he took a back alley. But it lead to a dead end.
Mark turned around to see 3 men. This was it. His life in the balance. His moment to shine. Mark turned around and scalled the fence. He rolled over the top, and fell to the floor on the otherside. But the men had a car and drove straight through the weak fence, and after Mark. The hunt was on, and Mark was the hunted! Mark ran for his life. He took every back alley he could find, but still these men wouldn't stop it. These men had become the hunter within. These men carried on to chase Mark, then he had no option but to hide. In a dumpster.
The men drove past, but then Mark heard a crane. He was being lifted into a garbage truck. He screamed for help, but no one could hear him over the noise of the crane. He was crushed. And all that was left, was the blood dripping from the garbage truck. And it dried onto the pavement.
For this was city life. This was the way. This was life. This was the city. And feet trod all over, and everywhere, on the footpaths.