They looked calm, ripped asunder
As a meteor wrecked the village,
It hung over the skies as a boulder
Flying into the region of distaste.
The beast of rocks cried and roared
For the safety of thoughts was grand.
It wrecked the bravery of a forever,
Wondered why we were so courageous
In this world of human justice.
The beast was wilder than a generation
Of doubters, the berserkers created it.
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