Flourescence Censorship

Fluorescence Censorship vacation from conscience

Forgettable destruction we live infinitely

No essence 
on an island of plastic

Living through dead matter searching for enchantment

Love is fleeting, we buy more

No escape

These Lost lands are tainted

Where is the purity?

Our souls will die

Our garbage will live on.

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