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Donned was the night sky with twinkling stars. Dawn came, its eye plunged in sirens of war. A fleet of birds that flew from Middle East and West— summoned like kites, chirping back to its nest. The eggs of chaste, in haste, gave birth to flames The high-rise storeys and hyped-up stories. Lest we forget the mongers in power who unleashed this terror to preserve their cover. This trembling hour— the coming hour— the pendulum stalled, its hands now slain.
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Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 3:06 PM UTC
Sirens of War
Donned was the night sky with twinkling stars. Dawn came, its eye plunged in sirens of war. A fleet of birds that flew from Middle East and West— summoned like kites, chirping back to its nest. The eggs of chaste, in haste, gave birth to flames The high-rise storeys and hyped-up stories. Lest we forget the mongers in power who unleashed this terror to preserve their cover. This trembling hour— the coming hour— the pendulum stalled, its hands now slain.
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Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 3:06 PM UTC
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