flaring flame twenty feet from the tenth floor. Escapes windows lick the concrete walls of the tower. Ablaze, screaming, glowing red. Red as the suburbs of the same name. Red as the blood of innocents. Those who have asked for anything, but decided not suffer at all. Red as tired eyes after a night to unload trucks or just do not get to sleep, lack of job to consider. Red as having too watched TV without doubt one day we would go there ...
Available editions of rock
About Martyr few links
http://www.encres-vagabondes.com/magazine/gatinet.htm
http://www.passiondulivre.com/livre-10603-le-martyr-de la cite.htm
http://www.salondupolar.com/pages/live/gardavue.htm
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