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The old green and blue span
Teeming with melodies of life
An organized chaos, organic
Of creatures and created beings.

Three weeks and counting.
This expanse is bathe in red and black
The sky in sorrow and grey
A chaos, a wasteland.

The moon is lonely and crying -
Where have the stars gone?
The eerie silence is haunting
The stench of burned lives teeming.

This is what has become
A place we lovingly call home
Where love was born
Where love abounds.