the planes started to shift- war is glowing in the horizon...
A familiar feeling of destruction is hanging upon me... However there is something different this time.. the zeal I had is long gone: feeling too weak to fight- not even willing; a weird feeling that passsion, have left this land long ago...
Endless salt deserts are hanging low in the sky... pathetic steel skeletons of what was once my glory are haunting the morning... Looking down on me..
Yes, looking down on me before collapse
tembellik yaparsan yazin assagi alirim pacani ha
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