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-War...war never change. Like a deceitful wind blowing in from the west it consumed the land with acid rain and dead children in the streets. At first break of dawn they; the giants safe behind blast walls and bomb shelter bunkers, opened their eyes, asking what they had made of themselves. The land was dead; the people only remained in a dusty wind blowing through the dreadful desert toward what seemed like a memory.
Thus the silence grasped them. Without the people all their power had in a simple push of a red button turned from gold into charcoal, a broken image in a mirror. The only privilege they had left now was to face death by starvation and find the tears buried deep in their greedy hearts.
-Marcus
-War...war never change. Like a deceitful wind blowing in from the west it consumed the land with acid rain and dead children in the streets. At first break of dawn they; the giants safe behind blast walls and bomb shelter bunkers, opened their eyes, asking what they had made of themselves. The land was dead; the people only remained in a dusty wind blowing through the dreadful desert toward what seemed like a memory.
Thus the silence grasped them. Without the people all their power had in a simple push of a red button turned from gold into charcoal, a broken image in a mirror. The only privilege they had left now was to face death by starvation and find the tears buried deep in their greedy hearts.
-Marcus
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