It is a bright morning.
Quiet winds brush through glittering windows
Glass sparkles like fallen angels from the sky
Trees, uprooted and laid across compact cars
The air cooked as if burnt
People, burnt as if cooked

It was a dark evening.
People celebrating birthdays, returning from work
Throwing back cold liquids, satisfying an empty thirst
Children, running around in the dark
playing a hide and go seek
a game, that would become all too real

Destruction, as if planned
Death, as if meant to be
Power, as if permanent
People, as if invincible

It was a quiet morning.
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Don't sig that!

Just because you said not too!
Last edited by RageGarden at May 23, 2010,