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This night of shimmering beauty,

The heavens rain upon us,

In all its majesty and glory,

Maintained through the ages to admire and respect,

These nights perfect for flights of fantasy,

Such extravagant wonder and exotic behavior,



The widening of flames and destroyed buildings,

This tranquil burning and smoking of a destroyed world,

Bodies rotting in the streets, the kingdom of corpses,

The world of murder and lost souls, burning of society,

Challenging the darkest part of our souls,

Inventing, destroying, and collaborating with our demons,

To sell-out our own remorse and conscience,



Ripping all we worked for to nothing but charred memories,

This night of beauty and glory,

Destruction on land, yet beauty in the skies,

A creation that no one wished for,

A devastating blow to this soulless plane,

This war of hate begins tonight!



The build of hatred on the lines,

Overpaid leaders lead men to their graves,

Mass and unmarked, we launch our fronts,

Blood-soaked soil and hands hold the wounded,

While the dead wonder as they march to hell,

Wondering what the fight was for,

As the reaper wipes his scythe clean,

Readying for the next battle, while we reload our guns in peace time.