Thunderclouds of pesticides
The dark and looming castle
Piercing the sky with towers so sharp and tall
Of dreams circulating, ending it all
The apocalypse?
Or is it just a new beginning?
From the dawn of time
To the dusk of the fading sun

Maybe we need to spray-paint superficiality in an
Undetected place
And break the windows
Of that tower
So we can’t spin lies in our reflection
So the vines craw through the glass
And the roses loose their last petals

Between heartbroken pinnacles
And the fork in this road
Turning the wrong way is the
Apocalypse
Or is just a new beginning?

 
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