Spray paint lingered on walls gradually decaying and peeling away as he himself rotted away in a cell for allowing his brain to be displayed to society. He was locked away for attempting to make the streets more beautiful, but in return he lay in a dull cell with opinions, and morals shoved down his throat, and infecting his mind causing him to be a copy of a living zombie in an apocalypse against artists and poets, and anyone else with a free spirit or mind.

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