I heard it from the outside,
felt it in my soul.
The pulsation of its anger,
as it creased my skin in whole.
The reckage seemed the least of worries,
for the droplets made it somber,with massive puddles at my feet.
The slur of blood, nonexistanced,
washed away from off the ground.
All who stood or layed in grime,
it cleared them all of sin and crime.
From our hands to an action,
flesh upon flesh, flames slowly dying.
It killed the white doves of the skies right above;
shattered what grace the moon flurried in,
and all time kept,lost within dead keepers.
Not this time would it let us bask in the blood battle glory,
not this time would it take pity upon us.
With one slight sight of what was,
in an instance it was all swept away in the midst of all the fog and tears.
From the highs and lows of human preach,
It bled dry us wholly with just one spate.
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Submission Name: SadxRoy
