Strangled Sun

imagine a filthy polluted world
where even the sun is black
creatures with smokestacks and suicidal tendencies
spread dirt in the sky
to choke out the life
and purify the earth
createing pristine planet
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[what a wonderful world this will be
what a glorious time to be free]
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i love those[] lines, they're from the song I.G.Y, by Donald Fagen (the nightfly).
irony is my favorite form of entertainment

i made up the top bit.
yay for grungy suicidal robots!