The Push

The trumpet was blown and

He screamed.

The bells rang and

The storm withered everything.

The stink of dust in my senses,

The feeling of attrition every part.

No beam of stars at night and

The moon hid its borrowed luminosity.

The sun has lost its magnanimity,

I see it getting smaller further.

The call to go has been summoned,

Towards the zone of infinity.video games alone in the dark 1920x1440 wallpaper_www.wallpapername.com_67

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