A tainted window, a solemn door.
Dull monochrome, a place so old
Faded pulchritude, of forgotten times.
Dingy light, ash on the floor.
Another dusty soul, growing cold
In indolence, in blissful ignorance.
A dusky sky, bereft of light.
Of invisible stars, many stories told
Of a lonely sun, in decadent times.
In the future, light shining bright.
Fake hopes, progress foretold
Of changing ways, in changing times!
A million smoke stacks in sight.
Their morbid clouds corrode
A lonely existence, its last chance...
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