A field of grass, flowers peppered,
Dandelions flying, beauty treasured.
The world was blessed,
Blessed with wonders.
But not with fate,
Soon struck, the thunders.

It was their fault,
But does it matter?
They fought blindly,
Killing each other.
The world glowed brightly,
With the souls that default.

Their powers, too destructive.
Killing everyone along with enemies.
The reason, so dense,
Useless to die with valiance.
They are cruel, THEY ARE WORST.
They show love, pointless, due outburst.

Countless universes,
Countless destruction,
The outcome is same.
Even if they reset the verses,
Even if they save every person,
The. Outcome. Is. Same.
Always…
Always…
Please just STOP IT…

… There was a field, flowers peppered,
Dandelions flying, beauty treasured.
Now lies the blood and corpses
And the destruction they cause.
The world was blessed,
Now is in coldness and graved.