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Blue-green 'cross the surface of the lake
A shining, metallic gleam
Another toxic thing, a poison bloom
I could easily imagine any manner of disaster
Couldn't you?

Always feeling tense
I await calamity
At times I feel I can't even trust the ground under my feet

Floating atop a mushroom cloud
Floating atop a mushroom cloud

Floating atop a mushroom cloud
Floating atop a mushroom cloud