The sun don’t shine no more, but we don’t need it anyway. Ain’t no way anything can grow in this mess. People keep thinking that things are going to get better, but I just don’t know. Things are gonna happen or they ain’t. Things could improve, but I ain’t banking on it.
Gotta have hope, people say.
Gotta keep your chin up, they say, have some faith.
What about the green toxic air? I say, What about the goddamn fire raining from the black sky? What about the tyrannical cyborg overlords? Huh?
Oh, they say, we forgot about all that.
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Title by: dcdave
Story by: Jeremy
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