Against The Skies
A harlot disguised.
A flamethrower knows no bounds
and burns a forest down.
This cyber world.
This real world.
One world- fools topple over lands-
like it was fruit to destroy and
not destroying of fruit and it was gone.
As with them.
The silent warriors sunk in the dark
dirk and vanished after them to avenge
A dream was no comfort nor guide.
They found them and a declared that
it was just.
A arrow pierces his skin,
and he snarls like a creature
I never knew, and the waters bay
at me and the arrow knocked into right
eye and he fell into the lake.
The day was forgot
but somewhere it lives
like the world has it's
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