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They fall from the sky

Crashing Down like lost Dreams

Taking with them the young and the old

Wether or not they hear the screams

Of their song, a tale of Death to be told



Clouds of dust rise

Almost as if they carried lost souls,

Released with a mighty thud

Belongin to those who stood fast or ran slow



Red on his hands

As though painted by the insane

A genius piece of artwork

of lives that will never be the same