March 21, 2009
The wind it spins and spills upon a barren landscape
covering the lands with long forgotten snow.
The sounds are quiet, no technology
no destruction
no hatred
no death or life remain.
The world is at peace
and all men at rest.
The destruction is over
as is the war
the suffering
the pain
Eternity has settled in
our paths are now at rest.

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