burning the sands alight way into the air. dark black clouds obscure the sky a twilight of despair. and babylon is overrun by armies of the lord. who cleanse their souls in holy wars and sing in praise of sword.
Between the tumbling of the mountains and the vastness of the sky. Lurks a power that we all dream of none of us knows why. She flies into a temper every time she comes awake.
I was driving through the fens in a peaceful English scene. Paid for by my grandfather the original gunners dream. I was taking life for granted though I was born to die.