Enclosed by visions of what I inhale. The light sends smoke to the sky as dark coal. Brown Bark containing the sign of for sale. Just leaving nothing but a big brown hole. Why does our old world have to live through this? Because all the gifted green becomes grey. The green trees are getting the iron fist. America is in needing to pray. All we need is a someone in control. To put the light green back in the brown ground. We do not want to lose a single soul. All due to the fresh, clean air being browned. The city view is starting to fade fast, The dark pollution didn't make it last.