Stepping On The Atmosphere

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Falling into the sky,

Blue trees,

Red eyes,

Small animals,

Huge flies,

The struggles,

Frantic tries,

Hear them calling,

Through desperate cries,

So different,

So far,

Oh, how it leaves behind,

A simple effective scar,

A long cold finger,

Around the throat,

Stop the breathing,

Let 'em choke,

So strange,

No sense,

We're all trapped,

Behind the blind fence,

Jump out rebellious ones,

Be free,

But it won't ever happen,

No wail of glee,

'Cause watch us all cower,

Watch as we flee,

No home,

Abandoned and alone,

Empty grey wastelands,

As helpless soulless people freely roam,

Empty once-warm home,

Full of broken promises and desire,

For freedom and rebellion,

Now wrapped in tight wire,

On my knees,

Staring at the meaningless past,

Prolonging the memories of my only happiness,

Making them linger and last,

So dripping leaves,

Silver black bleeding skies,

One day we'll think,

And realize,

That this is enough,

We'll all soon rise.....

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