Beneath the Burning Sky

An era has been marked as we gaze upon a burning sky reigning with fiery rainfall spat like bursts of anger reducing calm lands to wild orange rampancy. Seeker I would be for that final person in our final moment yet overtaken I am to the walls a newly traumatized world conjures Cross once, for a moment and the end shall bitterly meet me. Surrounded I become finality in my isolation a warmth normally fulfilling now stings beyond comprehension one of objective peace knows not of true pain before subjection.

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kenneth-everett-rathburn

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