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I had another dream and like so im making it into a story

Guns r blazing shells falling to the ground many many things die in a flash swords and bullets roam the air screams of death after them. Many of us dead until it came our ark angel, our gaurden. seeing the dead of our comrads simple little plans turning into a battle play our hope aginst us our entire world our code failed to comprehend the death of the young warriors. only the death of our people keeping us going to the days on in...

A fighter is not a life for anyone thus we must reach peace.

~Angels~