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- Flying lower than your expectations
- Choking because of smoke inhalation
- Can’t break above the smog of yourself
- Kept in a box on your own private shelf
- If you get pulled out you recoil
- The sun burns your skin dirty and soiled
- Flailing against the saving grasp
- But they don’t let go and you gasp
- Above the pollution the air is pure
- Cleansing and bathing you in its cure
- As soon as you might find your wings
- Beware for below there are evil things
- Mechanical monsters moving malign
- Melting in mayhem below the line
- Of darkness that covers our once perfect land
- Slowly making glass from the sand
- Rise and stay above the blackened sewer
- Before our numbers grow fewer and fewer
- Choked to death by our own wicked ways
- So that only we can hope to remove it’s haze.
- Above the pollution the air is pure
- Cleansing and bathing you in its cure
- As soon as you might find your wings
- Beware for below there are evil things
- So many things...
- And we can try to start anew
- It's true
- But the cycle repeats
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