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i see gray clouds ,
gliding on the night's immaculate sky , and from them falling ... dropping towards the ground , dead butterflies with broken wings and shadowy colors , but why ... this is unreal , even the ground is dead , a foul smell raises the demons fly over it screaming the name of their master ... there is no one here anymore , the houses are filled with corpses rotting ... smelling this unbearable odor ... this bloody view the green fences now covered by mold and fungus revealed by the color of the rainbow it's shady appearance signaling the end the end of the suffering and stupidity the screams of the damned hurling through the air but no one hears them , they're all dead all struggling to face their demons enjoying the afterlife
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