I stand in the middle of the city,
Robbed of sight but still seeing.
Voices sound around me.
All is normal.
All is calm.
The breeze shifts,
I feel my hair sweep across my face,
Brushing across my features.
A sound turns my head.
Swords clash,
Blood splatters,
Someone falls.
Why is no one stopping it?
It's getting louder,
The carnage is coming.
"Run!" I scream.
No answer.
"It's coming! Run away!"
Yet again no answer.
A gun fires.
A child screams then falls silent.
Bellows of war arise.
The fight has begun.
"Stop it!" I yell, desperate.
Someone grabs me.
A swords runs me through.
All goes black.
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