Breathing the Shadow
High Chemical Levels!
The shadow is sneaking so sly
A poison all around the atmosphere,
anxious to associate with us.
It follows us in a crude way.
Our world is repeating its righteousness.
Have we grown to this regular righteousness?
Shall we mold our world right again?
We cripple in pain, as the igneous shadow is among us.
This science influences us.
Now we have no confidence.
But we do have silence.
Our world is acting artificial.
Artificial can't last forever.
Everything has a lifespan.
Short, long, Endless?
Only time will tell.
Uprising with light overtaken by the black shadow.
Can we light the sky naturally again?
Or does that need to be artificial too?
Our environment soon is going to be as black as abstain.
We used to be bright like the sun.
Now our sunlight will be a thing of the past.
Were welcoming this dark figure…
We're making this dark figure.
The leaves ´dead´
The flowers ´dead´
The environment ´dead´
Are we dead yet?
Copyright © Jazmin Warehime | Year Posted 2017
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