The Colors in White
Power
Oozing over the lands
A volcano of orange
Devours like a savage beast
What can be done?
When control has been lost
The red flames blind the world
And black skies fill the voids.
Blue tears that fill the lifeless oceans
Evaporate.
What can be done when there is nothing left?
When there is no help.
Destruction, booming with bright yellow light
Fills the exhausted air
What can be done?
When control has been lost
In a white world.
People wonder with green hope on their backs
But what can be done?
In the emptiness
Of a vast colorful place
Controlled by power.
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