In a city erected as a tomb of crystal,
You would think we were going to see the wizard of Ozz,
Shards as sharp as a blade of a knife,
Rip through the city openings,
Now named as streets or in Spanish, Calle’s,
and forming Barrios.
Should be emerald green,
But shines so crystal clear that the sun reflects from every window.
Narrow openings positioned perfectly,
To the stars and the moon, and the sun beams.
These give me a perfect view.
And in every crystal there is deception,
this city has that too.
It is more than a city,
but a graveyard.
The city is a masterpiece.
Here lies the perfect monument,
All you need to do is open your eyes and see.