Changing Times

People the forests on fire

A golden crust that mocks the horizon

Destruction burns in the cinders of a liar

An orange toxin of changing times

 

Oh I didn’t see this own goal.

Did you?

If this isn’t what it is,

Then what is it that it is?

Oh what is it that it is?

 

On the other side there's a crack in the iceburg

And a cold unknown through this divide

A chosen shift towards isolation

A chilling tell of changing times

 

And through it all came the cull of creation

The turning heads of unique minds

A questioning in this desperation

An eerie gloss over changing times

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