Leadache

Water supply, are you natural gas?
Wishes can't make it snow
Onto history's ashes;
Those toxins are bare
As the sky is speckled.

Morning gory with particulate
Death, breathe leap and hope
That's the recipe
To survive the times
When humans are convinced
That we must kill each other
Softly, slowly, and on-demand.

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