tonight i should think there is nothing nicer than perfectly
blue, blue skies to look upon when lying down
in war-torn fields, apocalypse surround a
rainy day without a cloud,
awash the blood-soaked battleground
of charred battalion and blackened banners
at heads of slaves and feet of masters;
as ashy gust kicks up a dust storm blow through
empty schools and ruined storefronts.
and all the while i can just but breathe my only breaths of air
and let me red grass whip itself against in vain attempt to rouse me from the
whisper thoughts that draw me off
to vanish in the wind!
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