The slave market
the new order,
flying dirty in suffocating circles,
the stirring wheel is melting the ancient mountains of solid ice
the deal is made, the manipulated flowers were picked
to put on the grave,
the monster is thirsty and drank the great ocean,
a tiny blue planet dissolving in the black hole
of his (un)scrupulous heart.
The oak is trying to break through the plastic ground,
the roots are playing very loud.
Subtractions of the factory,
a free child redundancy.
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