From Von ~ Engel

The bloodied landscape is aflame, the armies of both sides are claimed, and whisked away. Today. Useful turned useless junk is collapsing into further waste, the meaty army ants get fixed, but their hearts and minds remain in stitches. A star falls from the sky, to go back it can never fly; to help a dying friend it had to lie. When it fell from the sky, it thought it was surely going to die.

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