Let it all burn away,
In the fires of industry,
Turning your once cool sorrow,
Into sulfuric acid tears,
Pouring down your burning face,
From red-rimmed, blind eyes.
Throw your hope into the flames,
As it will consume all else in its wake.
The trees will be uprooted and burned,
So that the air we breathe,
Will always be fire chocked.
The smell of the flames,
Will stick to every particle,
And our neglectful way of living,
Will turn into a curse.
The scenes around us,
Will show us our character.
We care about nothing but ourselves.
Everything will taste of ashes.
Even passionate kisses,
Will turn to malice on your lips.
We have created our own misery,
Dug our own graves,
And now we breathe in,
The scent of death daily.
Lightning filled clouds conceal the sun,
In this volcanic like wasteland,
Where ash falls from the sky,
Like snow in a blinding blizzard.
 
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