Have we found our thrones
Deep in some spineless desert
A crystal cave where water
Drips into pools reflecting rainbow lights
Or perhaps a junkyard jungle
Sorrow in the shadows of trash
Vultures in the sky laughing
Like the cackles of a cracked bell
Swaying high in the tower of hell
Slide off your sandals and pray
It will never be enough anyways
junkyard jungle: good
junkyard jungle: good imagery
Thanks
It is located somewheres in the dystopian metropolis of Concrete Valley.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes