War of all wars, with no words of compassion, only gibberish, mis messages~when will we come to our senses—Poet
* Star weary sorrow tears Zillions flicker dimming lightened gifts bloodblack diamonds spinning Flames flash skies into near night Cosmic scales—fallen world's despairs Dark-Star reaps ringed scarlet horizons shooting star dissipating downward Jaded stones form constellations best poet’s mouth is silenced Ashy smoke rising scents Black gold dominance Savoir-faire sage from its dust evokes Zen _/\_
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