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Through dense smoke

Hovering with the strenght of the wind

I glance at the shadow, were my memory

Finds a distant vision, a blurred picture of the world,

Where the mankind lost their capability

And came the time when a stormy

Proclaimed his coming

Like a bloodshot chaos

Sublmerging from the blackest abyss of the universe

Like a blasphemous fist, crushing incunceivable mercy

Waiting for the death of the blind faith

I saw hundred - year old domes and towers

Turn into ashes

(It was their real destiny)

When a dull roar tore the earth apart

Abysmal precipice swallowed

The hated temple of the false god

Smokes veiled the sky...

Stillness... Piles of corpses on the emptied square

Only moans and swearing are heard

I heard, hovering above my head, not far away from

The endless landscape of death

Triumphial laughter of the mighty one