Burnout Comments

The lifeless flutter of dull eyes defies the cries that defy the mountains that rise
The bird has flown, and the fuel tank's blown. As now the greatest enemy we find is our own
The powerful guns now fall under. The cannons cease to thunder. We behold and wonder, as we slip under
Smoke, it's scent burns our senses, as we feel a collapse of our defences because of our to inevitable lapses.
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