Lead Horizons

The toxic skyline burns bright in my mind,

Light dancing through curtains of our poison,

Stunning but grim reminders of reckless abandon,

Our sins laid bare to us at dusk

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The sky the colour of a fresh scar,

An ochre and rose gash stitching the stars and ground together,

It's beauty belying danger, like a venomous spider

Bright colours that serve to entrance and ward

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What lies beyond the toxic wonderland promised at sunset?

Perhaps it's glowing lights serve as a warning sign, a doomsday,

A funeral pyre waiting just beyond the horizon,

A Sword of Damocles waiting to deliver the death blow

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Or perhaps it will serve as a beacon, a flare

Something to guide our minds and shelter us from the dark

That will fuel our hopes and wills, stoke the fires of action

Our exposed crimes serving as a potent reminder

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