“And the Cold Wind Blew...”

Eerie silence.
The air, heavy with tears.
Desolate wasteland.
Trees do not bloom
Birds do not sing

World War III.
Plagues are unleashed
Nukes are dropped
In Utero babes mourn.
Lovers lost; never found.
Men attempting to play God, play Satan.

The wind echoes of screams and cries.
In the end nobody has won.
Everyone’s lost.
From earth to earth.
From dust to dust.

Stroke of Luck or gift from god?
Hand of fate or satans claw?
From below or saints above....
you come to me......
Here comes the cold again...
I feel it closing in...
Faith's fallen down and all around me....
lifeless soldiers..


Ross---AGE: Over 12

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