It's a world of horror, of pain.
Ashes and embers fly
And flames lick the wounds they inflicted.
Smoke rises as a shelter for the chaos
Smoke shields the suffering from Heaven.
It's black.
The sun hides from us all,
Clouds silence screams of the innocent.
There's no wind,
No air but a stench like the breath of decay,
And blood
And flesh
And bones, bodies
Are
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