[The city wears its loneliness in neon,
and he wears his like a halo of thorns.
Together they decay in silence,
two forgotten myths sharing the same night...]
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[They say if you wander long enough through the rain,
you'll catch a glimpse of him in the neon haze.
Not a man, but the embodiment of longing,
a myth born from all the things people miss...]
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[There is something sacred in his sadness,
something almost biblical.
As if suffering itself chose him,
to become its last prophet...]
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[They built saints from gold and light,
but he became holy through suffering.
A profane messiah wandering beneath dark cathedrals,
crowned not by heaven, but by loneliness...]
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