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A WORLD AT WAR Pt2 Dark energies fill an empty Earth, beauty and pride: now, planetary murder and suicide. Pre-existent ife is no more, but through Earth's grave door. Psychotic programmed robotic soldiers, like mechanical ants everywhere, hunting for survival without despair, adapted to the deadly polluted air. Constructing alien nests underground, only activity to be found. Like sirens from winds that blow, and dire warnings of radiation that still glow, giving reflections as a cosmic caution. Earth has become an evil distortion, echoing to the universe, like a bell of hell. A world at war maybe a doomed farewell.

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