Sullenly Industrialized

Save the laughing masters, none dare look away,
the Earth contradicted by seconds drown in wind.
We view desperate folk, say the sky is rather gray,
what parasols twirl these fingers dragging their sin?

The city buildings are graves all wrapped in pain,
indigestion with each ticking clock inside a diety.
Drown the plastic flowers in paint till they're sane,
smog baptismal revives the sicker side of piety.

Faith is fleeting glimpses of a shadowed light,
surrendered condescension on the factory floors.
There's corpses smiling from antennas tonight,
left barred in snowfall where innocence pours.

Sullenly industrialized.

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