Carbon

The sky is the colour of apocalypse
bruised and swollen with sullen glare
and the world is on fire
nearly three thousand miles away
There are no clouds in that firmament
nor yet any blue to be seen from here
and the world is on fire
nearly three thousand miles away
The birds have gone silent in the trees
as the sky glows silver and yellow
and the world is on fire
nearly three thousand miles away
Above us is that hostile and dour dome
a threat or warning of what we’ve done
and the world is on fire
nearly three thousand miles away
When dusk falls under these somber heavens
no stars will shine through this strange new haze
and the world is on fire
nearly three thousand miles away

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