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Clouds of burning sparks are falling from the skies

Dying on the ground now blackened with ashes

Among those steel and flesh warriors corpses

Like forgotten tears arising from past cries.

Stifling effluvia of war and violence

Death, death everywhere, lifeless blood feeds the earth

But lurked in the depths of this funeral filth

A heart is dimly beating in dead silence.

Some bony finger is scratching underneath

Revengeful whispering ascends to the moon

Like the divine promise life will be back soon

Rises the soul of nature immortal myth.

Enlivened by myriads of young wasted flames

Now strengthened, full of hatred and forgiveness

Its soiled hand springs up from its grave loneliness

Hypnotic shadow memory of lost blames.

Its outline stands out against the mystic light

Unreal and disquieting, somber presence

Its hold on my poor schizophrenic essence

And for once I know I cannot win this fight.