Sometimes things coming to an end is a good thing, it leads to something better. But things that end with a bang just stirs trouble. You hear a rumble and you know you're at war. Destructive weapons only cause more gore. With everyone at combat, you hardly notice the temperature changing. Acting like wombats, you keep rearranging your mind to assemble some reasonable explanation. Incurable sickness is what you stumble upon. Could it have transferred from a pond? All you know is that everything and everyone is gone. This must be it, you see bodies in pits, they've been hit. Nothing to tend to, this is the end to everything, can't make amends too.
There are remains all over the place, damaged and dead. So much pain is surrounded, people have been pounded in. Flames have been set, you just let them burn. Because of the explosions, there are little to no survivors, nothing like this is worth to die for. Things will never be the same, don't know who to blame. This place feels so empty to me but has plenty disaster for miles to see. This place is extra silent, things just came and went, can't even pitch a tent, everything has a dent. This means the birth of something new will happen, you ask when? But no one knows. Our old-fashioned life is now for the new and dashing.
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