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Neon rivers crawl beneath my gate,

Reflections paint the sky in crimson grace.

The orchids bleed a phosphor hue,

Even decay can look brand new.

Black vines shimmer through ashen soil,

Roots digesting synthetic spoil.

I call it art, I call it divine —

My kingdom glows in corrupted shine.

From my tower, I watch them bloom,

Polymerized lilies under toxic moon.

No one told me death could glow,

I crowned myself for what I sowed.

Welcome to Contamination Station,

Where rivers hum with my creation.

Beauty drips in bioluminescent rain,

My garden thrives on chemical pain.

Nature’s corpse, but stylized clean —

Grey Peonies and neon river stream.

The trees exhale metallic light,

Their whispers glitch into the night.

Insect wings turn chrome and sharp,

Even silence hums like radar arcs.

But still — it’s peaceful, isn’t it?

A lifeless calm I can’t admit.

The forest kneels in quiet sin,

And I mistake it all for discipline.

"System stable."

"Optimization complete."

"Ecosystem: obsolete."

Welcome to Contamination Station,

Where rivers hum with my creation.

Beauty drips in bioluminescent rain,

My garden thrives on chemical pain.

Nature’s corpse, but stylized clean —

Grey Peonies and neon river stream.

She thought she’d beautified the decay,

not realizing the cost she’d pay.

Contamination Station,

Crown of my own damnation.

Neon eats the roots and veins,

Silent fauna, synthetic rain.

I breathe it in — my sacred stain,

Evolution painted in my name.

Toxic goo hugs the castle walls,

Reflections dance where nature falls.

I watch, content — unaware —

That nothing pure will breathe the air.