Chaos Narrative

My fear has so survival
Under barriers of I walking through
Bombs drop underground
Variable winds pick up clouds of debris
Dropping up and imploding skulls
Vortex vanishing
Leaving clouds to rush in
Carrying bannisters and rails
From the second floor
Dizzying I fly through shining
Pure vacuum following dust
Breathing choke and ash
Fires and mist surround the organs
Corpses crawling towards life
Circa centuries
Feeling life inside flowers
Behind sturdy walls we watch
From the battlements
Barriers preventing slaughter
Fingers snapping like twigs
Breezes slow and whip
Flags wave and drop
Water subsides and washes away
All sins of the battle


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