Above the Skies
All the body parts are flying everywhere no mercies are granted to them. Their tears make the
seas and the oceans. The souls beg for the end of the war. The aliens look down upon us and
say "Wow how uncivilized can these creatures be, can't they relax." Well anyway the guns and
bombs are having their way with the men and women of the earth. Their trade is a dark one,
secrets which no man should tread upon. But they do anyway, because man being ignorant
grants his own hollow immortality. Oh why have we become such beasts?
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