Decided to take a crack at writing a poem, I will most probably sound incredibly pretentious and up my own chute.

Look out across the city...

                         Do you see it?


               Does it not cloud your vision?

                                         Prevent you from seeing the...


This is no normal smog.

       Born from the embers of battles and murder.

                                   Battles of troops of faceless gods and masters

Who fight for their cause

                                                       But do not know what their cause is.

      Who fight because they are told to fight.

                      Told to fight by men who are animals,

Better described as animals who are disguised as men.

They writhe in the bloodshed,

                                  Fighting for pride, fighting to show dominance.

Like wolves.

Like animals.

Animals in the smog.

The End

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