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6.0 missing futures

And the darkness rolls in

over the bay –

a swirling curtain of black;

spilled ink flowing into the city.

The lights are drowned

in murky waters,

the noise is trapped

behind bars of tar.

And when the sun arises,

it fails to shine.

So the darkness rolls on

across the city –

a void of missing futures;

the breath of the forgotten devil.

The people are suffocated

in a fog of black,

the air is polluted

with the scent of smoke.

And when the sun ascends,

it fails to shine.

While the darkness rolls further

into the heart of the world –

a cloud of falling ash;

a hurricane of blinding mist.

The city is tangled

in the strands of dark,

the world is swallowed,

by the mouth of midnight.

And when the sun peaks,

it fails to shine

over the city of forgotten dreams –

the world of missing futures.