Flashes of crumbling lightposts past my vision. The crimson sky giving birth to shards of melancholy. The lightposts shone red, like a chaotic cosmic fission.
My car rushed through a deserted street. I saw a barren land, while a trail of ash sullied my car windshield. Nearby lay a deserted park, where souls of corporate corpses meet.
A turtle crossed the road, my car hit the shell. Green blood on my screen, I washed with my spare cloth. Who shall mourn the death of a turtle, who will wail?
Then I looked at my car's tyres, splashed with death of a vegetation.
(Save wildlife, save the ecosystem. They help us sustain life)
Feat. Pain by Alexey Kosenko
