Rampage, fury, a day goes nearby me and I feel nothing, sweet heat of rage running towards the brain inside the head of the war... does it hurt? Is it burning? Is it me or the clouds of greish green are rising above? The sound of steps into the fog, into the sea, between the sand, the sound a deep breath willing to lose a life in order to win a mile, the sound of a thousand thunders going through the sky, falling in the rupture of men shreding eachother apart. This is hell... the deepest bottom of an ocean of missunderstanding. Is the will of the brain bigger than the life of so many others? Is it bigger than all of us? How do you messure the size of you among us? Red and purple days, red and purple nights, red and purple thoughts, this little puppets follow the colors of a fabric that has lost it's meaning... they follow no reason, just a brain with an unclear purpouse and a greed bigger than all of us.
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