Heroin
Mountains burn red and yellow
Seas empty and boiling
Clear blue sky is hollow
No honey, the bees are dying
Mother hears the children's cry
Self inflicted wounds, and yearning addiction
Mother doesn't care if they the children die
Earthquakes and Monsoons, signs of oblivion
Melting ice and shrinking shores
Crops of dust lost to the sun
Parking lots and clothing stores
Cutting trees until there is none
Mother hears the children's cry
Self inflicted wounds, and yearning addiction
Mother doesn't care if they the children die
Tornadoes and Monsoons, signs of oblivion
Black blood burns like heroin
in the desert sand
Shallow graves only for burying
Tensions stretched like a rubber band
Under the mushroom cloud
With a bang; ends with a whimper
Bright light and a loud sound
Blanket of ash to make a winter
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