• The dormant seeds, created to bloom and flourish
    Stolen from their home.
    Brought into the horror of the great unknown
    They knew nothing but the chance to a second life, a lie.
    Lost in a sea of familiar, yet unknown faces
    They’re shrouded in a penultimate darkness.
    The seeds continue on, given meaningless burdens
    On what they never knew
    Suddenly, the heat intensifies, like a volcanic eruption.






    The War breaks out, the still explosions every where
    The War continues, the seeds are all null and void
    The War is only born, they served their merciless lies’ purpose.








    for what? who did what wrong?
    .
    Nothing.
    .
    .No one
    .
    Nothing.
    .
    .No one
    .
    Nothing.
    .
    .No one
    .
    Nothing.
    .
    .No one



    Their flaw…
    They trusted the words.