The last hour fades,
The dawn brigades.
Spoonfed lies,
A baby's cry's.
In the new bottle of sand,
The dying land.
The last tree falls,
The stark grey walls.
Wild wings will surely be clipped,
The last cord of life is snipped.
The sun will rise,
Our deadness still lies.
Plastic seas and plastic docks,
The fires that burn from the electric shocks.
Chemicals and milk,
The End much like silk.
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