After a long day,

Coming home to the sweet and savory smell of arroz con pollo,

He clicked the button on his system

Witnessing the Library of Iconic Stories,

So many choices so little time,

A reflection of his feelings about the world,

Sounds of the South Bronx, sounds of broken glass,

the sounds of the flames and the shots,

allies made, enemies fall

time running out, can only keep going

working to become better,

to become something greater,

by any means necessary,

A ghost in his own shell

escaping via the sounds of the sounds of pianos and the chimes

in the BX, some only live half their lives,

finding themselves red and dead

speeding through the waste for nothing,

against a just cause for evil residents,

His greatness is now loading…

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