A War Zone
Below the latitude of dark clouds, I call
Upon countless fragile expectations.
The shrills of bullets shout cruelly,
Encouraging demolition to replace regulations.
From there comes a heat wave of greed,
Dashing through thousands of transparent needles,
Proclaiming fear as its basic need,
Despite the blessing downpour caressing the Earth.
Destruction resides comfortably
As crystal water cease to fall,
Born is the darkness naturally
Driving madness to all.
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