Gone quiet wild

[patchworkwounds]

They set fire to the sky to bring Them down
They tore apart the walls to bring Them down
They boiled the seas to bring Them down

The myth of stars a breath in the caverns
Of hope and joy dreams are spun
All the world a barely heard tune

All our cities are in ruins
On their knees before the sea
Burned world gone quiet wild
Wind gone howling in the

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[imagines]

...I really love this. Hits my post-apocalyptic buttons HARD.

[patchworkwounds]

Post-apocalypse is my favourite thing recently. Cannot get it out of my head.

Also, eeee you like this thingy ♥