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June 16, 2010

The moon’s glow, magnified by its desperate aura of tranquility, corroded the blackened night sky alongside nearby stars that deliberately observed and mourned to the treacherous tragedy happening below. Somewhere in this filthy world, the soul of a fire seeking revenge escaped its realm and was pouring its power onto the flawed wood in which it graced and corrupted its sin upon. In agony and sorrow, people gazed at the sparkles of sparks, flashing flares, and the collections of cursed smoke and dust that reached out of its territorial dominance as if this place was a plane for playing. A loud bang occurred sounding the drums of battle for which a war cry of water would soon wash away and cleanse this heavy night for the moon to once again paint the atmosphere with peace.


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