I wait expectantly in the stillness. What am I waiting for? As I sit here watching, resting on my bed of soil, I look up at the sky. I observe the birds as they soar through the sky so freely and hear their beautiful songs, bringing their melancholy lament to my ears. I can feel the sun on my hard skin; she scintillates on the tips of my arms, making them glow. I watch the flowers follow the sun as if they are worshipping her. I see all of the world around me dancing as the wind breathes over us, but still I am waiting. Clouds lie peacefully in the sky, bathing in the warm glow from the sun. I wait with uncertainty, what lies ahead is still a mystery. Can we ever truly know what the future holds so tightly in its hands?
             I am awakened by the sound of monsters. There was nothing to stop them. I see them. I hear them. I feel them. They carry weapons of destruction, to fight against their own kind. The footsteps pierced into me like a bayonet. Large tanks roll over me like they rule the land as everything falls to their knees as they pass. I can feel the tension building like a bomb about to explode with every passing footstep. I can smell fear in the air, it is like a fog consuming everything it touches. It burns my throat and makes me feel weak.
             It has begun. I hear men charging to meet their fate and to face the unknown. I hear the sound of the bullets as they pierce through the air, ready to kill. I recoil at the taste of their fear and worry of what lies ahead. The smell of smoke and fire is all consuming as it slowly suffocates me as I gasp for air. I am being forced into a hole. As the pressure builds, I am being forced further and further into the abyss. I hear the thunder getting closer. I feel myself burst open. I'm wounded. I feel a shower of dirt fall over me. I'm calling for help, but no one hears.
             I feel the men falling, there's nothing I can do to help them sleep. The blood seeps int
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