April 3

The world turns a sinister muted color as piney weak branches poke the sky, making it bleed.

Showers rain down, sickening the people below.

A massacre of black blood is among us.

Wires twist and turn, flailing in the wind's deadly grasp.

The land is shaking on its foundation.

Its grip is loosened.

Armageddon is here.

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beautiful :]