Whether it is dawn or night. The evening dusk or the morning
twilight. All that ever seems to happen is rain all day long. It rains drones
like falling stars, it captures their theatrics but avoids their rareness. Metal blasters like meteors from outer space
leave the black void of the open sky clutching on to the edge of its glory. Drones
beat down the ground like a base drum. The empty vastness is shaken to its core
like a tectonic shift. They drop straight in its eyes, the land screams out
aloud, as they tore right through it and now they’ve left it blind. Under the
cover of endless darkness and destruction, lies a blown out land with no hope
to offer.
Death responds, "Because you're a beautiful lie and I
am a painful truth."
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