Stars gazing from the heavens, penetrating the hard crust of earth.
Seemingly stalking the skies in round about ways, never staying in
one place.
Roaming always, never finding peace or solace, pretending to
believe in the goodness of others.
Rising on shores of ancient byways, crashing down upon the walls
of death.
Forsaking special places in the sky, singeing the milky way on
the way to war.
Clouds foaming and bubbling all across the world, crying for
justice which will never be unfurled this side of life.
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