Refuge
The dilapidated, gutted apartment buildings loom like grotesque gravestones, jutting from the desolate cityscape. Chaos rains from the heavens, disturbing the dead and terrifying the living, taking refuge in bombed-out basements and shelters dug into refuse piles. Many have fled their homes, forced to abandon their city and their country, seeking refuge in foreign lands. War is hell; there is no politically correct way to describe or justify the atrocities it inflicts upon people or the complete devastation it brings. Humanity has an ugly side, a deep-rooted predilection for war: it's in our nature. We can try to hide or run away, but there is no safe place where war cannot find us, for it follows us wherever we go, like a shadow.
the shadow of war
overwhelms the light of hope...
blinded by a tear
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