Treading through the 
	forests are my friends, and
		soon they reveal the 
			true feelings that emerge in 
street corners by
	newspaper stands, killing the smell,
		linking tastes to eternal
			pavement and unholy stories
cars powered with
	long ago strong fumes,
		resentments, and misfortunes,
			turn around heads to see
gasoline that driped,
	choked birds and reptiles
		filling the streets with
			the reason of all destruction
eating people alive
	forcing a revolution
		hate, fear, love
			combined with human minds.