Dark Ocean

the city is bright and loud like the Sun
The nights cold and dark like the Ocean
We found this place on accident and chose to set it on fire
A child with a hand grenade falling down the stairs,
We’re doomed by our own success
yet progress we feel is the only success
Economical progress,
Ethical Regress
Develop the new and use the old
look to the sky and pull the pin
make it clean again
the bird on tomorrows shoulder chokes on the lost lesson of the failed yesterdays…
Smile,
We’re all gonna die anyway…

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