Revelry in the City of Sin

there is an awakening in the dew-riddled hours of night, just before the light when the streets are quiet and we are all quite lit, never eager to quit until we've run out of swill and turn to other diversions, losing aversions to sanity, embracing the vanity of the night...the night again and we revel in sin when now and then begins again. once the encryption is done, the deceptions begun, the battle will be won, the will triumphed over and lost no matter the cost and we are tossed by our ears into the streets, our feet cut in the gutter in which we dwell - a personal hell from whence we rise from the lies and gain back that little part of self that we placed on a shelf