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//By Alec // On a melting and searing summer day so boiling hot the air was parched after swigging gallons of dampened water Angry mobs closed together in a sickening pace absolutely nothing standing in their paths, but casualty and aches Fire in their furious eyes with only hatred on their pained minds and the conclusion of their loathed and detested foe Gleaming steel blades burning in their soaking wet sweaty hands waiting to strike those useless pathetic frail slugs Their armor like balls of heat scaring their skin and scorching their matted hair leaving sunburned marks on hide and mane Light slowly evaporates into darkness and the shimmering moon shines through webs of night wrapping round brightness Sun dashes away in fright of death and goes home to the utopia of the sky were all is superior to our poor lowly terrain Stars leap out of hiding fully armed getting ready to destroy their pitch black enemy who knows no limits or boundaries Hot air is captured by frosty wind as prisoners of war till it escape the next day when it sprints free to burn creatures alive In a flash the armies collide like a stamped of beasts, footmarks staining the bruised ground like miniature craters Red blood glistens from fallen ones’ broken bodies’ scarlet open and flooding gashes which resemble tiny fissures And like a blaze, war ends in a deathly mess of rotting flesh and bones like cracked like tree limbs of giant soaring trees Sparkles of hope are drained away to another land of joy and wishes where it exists truly and liberally like busted chains All that is left is chosen ones, the true survivors of being and not being, but they are not without crimson injuries The breathing ones depart with doomful tales to tell their lords and leave this cruel abyss where life shall never come again <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">But the wounds of the burnt land will never be heal till time comes to a crashing stop and existences is completed forever <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">And the numerous warriors will lie there never-ending till the plains are blanketed by flames and shredded apart by waves <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">Truth be told, no one shall every no why the struggle of the gruesome fight ever happened or who was brawling for what.
 * <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif';">The Unknown Battle **