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I will cross the twilight zone 
to meet you in zero space 
negating the fear. 

The mauled city 
strikes the dumb sky 
in unilateral war. 

Coming from a bleeding torso 
a scream agitates the dolls 
playing with pebbles. 

Flaming death will not leave footprints 
Violence was not coming to stop. 
It had many faces. 

The very existence had no meaning. 
Darkness, was coming down the hills. 
Can you bring some flowers? 

Sun was nowhere in sight?