A field of broken, withered sunflowers beneath a storm threatened sky. 
A path fading into nothingness.

Wordless voices rise like a sacred chant, only to be severed by the roar of a steel beast. 
War does not begin with flags, but with brothers who no longer recognize each other.
Past and future bite the dust, buried without a name, where the earth opens to swallow them whole.

Death is met with laughter, giving way to a feast of rats, where snakes no longer seem so menacing. But even destruction finds its rest. When all falls silent, only calm remains.

Intolerance

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