The fires devours
The fields stripped
The roofs crushed
The life decimated
The town heaves a great sighNo fight left
No nourishment
No safety
No strengthThe beasts have left
The monsters gone
They return
Prevent recovery
Stop lifeWe are the monsters
We break our own worlds
We crush others to make our weakness less painful
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One Last Star
PoetryThe future only comes with the overcoming the past. I write these with a emotional, spiritual and personal meaning. I leave the interpretation and speculation to the reader.