Death, destruction, loss of hope.
All faith, like a balloon struck by lightening, has disolved into nothing.
A puddle of mud, sucked up into the sky,
rains down upon the barren land like tears falling from blooded eyes.
Alone, shadows all that hints at life.
The ticking clock stricks the end, all is quiet, nothing stirs,
like the moon glistening on the bay, this world is unreal,
empty and filled with nothing but the memories of another life.
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