Soul in the dark
Under this heavy ceiling, concrete waves
Followed by servants, funeral cortege
This pale ghost is gathering his strength
Ghost
Pale
The procession is crawling
Plastic-form dead things, it is now so clear
How could I fail to understand?
Cities are burning, the trees are dying
My heart awake, but still
Pain is killing me
Pain is killing me
TAKE THIS PESTILENT DESTRUCTION OUT OF MY WAY. THE GREAT PACIFIC GARBAGE PATCH IS EXHAUSTING, AND THE WORLD IS SLIDING AWAY IN A VORTEX OF FLOATING REFUSE, WITH THE SACRED ONE YOU HAVE LOST.
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