and the last thing they will see
is the lights going black and green
and the cold wind coming from behind
with fury unseen,
tearing it all apart,
with might, greed and grind,
blowing among the ruins of their
broken utopia,
crashing among the bazaar stalls
of a failed future forever.
They won't even have time
to sail away from the flaming shore.
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