Commercialized apocalyptic

Everything is ending,

The sky is flooded with red,

The sun was stabbed today,

The trees are all ash-white,

I suppose I don't mind dying,

Now that you've killed everything that I lived for,

You and your damn commercialized lives,

Plunged me into darkness,

I will not join your millions of clones,

The 'beautiful people',

Yeah, that's a (bad word) laugh!,

All cut from the same bleached-blonde, stick-insect sheet of cloth,

All of us feeling inadequate because of you,

Now I see the world in astonishing HD.

The End

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