The Word

 

Setting target,

Longitude 0°

Latitude 0°

Aim Complete,

3...2... 1...

0_________

Fire!

 

Flying up through the empty void,

Separating off the air,

You would be exactly penetrated

to the point what you want.

 

Then,

Fire burst away,

Fragments jumped out,

just like blazes.

After your passionate festival,

Ruins remained,

Even somethings left

made even tears die a dry death.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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