steel trees reach up to grey skies
begging atonement these defiling lies
shadows of trees long since consumed
by the restless beast, slouching towards doom
where did the green go? the earth seems the moon
all color left the world at the big boom
turned men to shadows, memories too soon
etched a history of pain into the landscape
so now we make do, into technology we escape
these steel solar trees power heaven
the beautiful, glorious, world-wide-web
where you can be sassy and classy not dreary or drab
like the world outside
from which we hide
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