a whisper that sounds the horn. breaking down, trembling, crumbling towers. flams the rise and sear, scorching and burning. oceans rising, tides break and waves slamming. winds twisting blowing and turning. falling down piece by piece like broken mirror fragments. the sky is falling into endless abyss called the void. possibilies? nah, all swallowed up inside than exploding with a bang. not wanting or wishing but still, is there something? all tells the tale, a tale of travel. running the stretch , running for life. everything twists and bends, the wills left behind and those forgotten. but everything on shows when the sky falls into the pitch black hole called this.
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