This evening the sky is violent
The night of changes is upon us
As the bleeding sunset lingers
Darkness creeps in
Soon we shall see moonbeams
Exotic patterns
Shadows thrive in darkness
As if they need no light to live
All the plants are dead
The creatures are dying
A distant melody makes it real
Reality though is changing
The night of changes is upon us
The sky is violent tonight.
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He was referring to the Trash Can.