Slave...let's go for 300 more years*

winding through the city - a restless roar contaminates - all it comes into contact with - infesting its various hosts - with a sickness - a need - the need to break free - to loosen the unrelenting grip of the city itself - which one enticed them with propaganda - promises - lies - the city was successful with their pleas to - but the people's lives fell short in sharing that success - the poeple's lives - their world - slowly collapsing - while the city and all who run it - soar - living in 27th floor penthouses - with a view of the city - the beautiful city- their beautiful city - with the people - their people

I lost myself and my thought in this one...but i just continued to type!!?!
*I need a smack for that one...