| War Song
Shimmering, plastic candy wrappers play around in the wind, memories of innocent, indifferent interaction, that took place here, not very long ago. Fresh scars, scarlet, painted on aging ashen walls, crumbling. Streets, empty, smile their way around sordid flashbacks scrawled on broken doors and shattered panes. Glass, frosted crimson, unyielding. Street winds to circle leads to square. Marketplace, crowded with desolation. Gargantuan monolith of steel, prominent in its camouflage, and just as cold, imposes security.
Winds howl anguish, hate and regret. Trees tremble, trepid. Waters whisper, wary. A dense, acrid cloud of fear hangs in the air. Smoky shades of intent, confuse, in wisps and curls. Remorse, forgotten. Hope rekindled. Silence drifts. Silence, shattered. Silky sweet mist of bullet spray, spatters wall with stains anew, yet seething. Bullets, preach. Sermon of death and decay. Freeze frame romance. Bullets, kiss foreheads. Silence mourns.
Streets, disturbed, weeping and weary, race around vulgar displays of insanity. Streets, ravaged, erupt into chaos. Walls, catatonic, crumble to the rhythm of bullets and screams.
Plastic candy wrappers play around with body bags.
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