Choruses, Bridges and Breaks

The chorus blazes, chaperoning the gloomy pollution of mortal extinction. Bridges of anxiety rupture harmony, as havoc reigns from the skies of Ukraine. The breaks condition ruin, while these paintings exhibit the atrocities of battle, as the prey can only pray when the predators are pursuing. The chorus of a familiar song, the bridges that burn eternal. The breaks are as old as time itself, where mankind creates its purgatory journal. A hell of our own making, where the cold thaws and the stings are hot. Hyperthermic agonies push millions to evacuate sanity from the first shot. The chorus of ruin, bridges hold carcasses under its rubble. The search for shelter, the breaks in a time of trouble. Life relocated, love sought among strangers. The losses of the devasted, choruses filled with dangers. Bridges between verses, the sound as the concrete breaks. The narrators of torment, eliminate the population in between shakes. So how does the song end, Where does the chorus fade? How will the bridge be built, are there breaks in the history made? Will history sing a song of victory, full of beautiful choruses, bridges, and breaks? Will the harmony complement the verses? Does the scribe survive the earthquakes?