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It roared in the skies, as friends and foes
ran for their dear lives. The skies were red
and ember, like a hot coal. Everything miles away in the air,
seemed to burn and fall like poorly fixed Christmas lights;
someone coldly joked that the gods were hibernating -
his shirt smelled like firewood mixed with burning rubber.
Long before the storms, wind, water, earth and fire
were celebrated as the elements which brought forth life,
only for the same life to contaminate the four elements
in the labs, with intent of annihilating nations.
Yes, we humans are the said lifeforms -
our thoughts evolved, reaching the stars!
Somehow we got deluded, believing that we were gods
on earth, turning our wheel of fate.
The wheel of fate then turned against humanity,
crashing his ideals, histories and identity
with his own ego....

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