The Mid-night Sun

Boom! Boom!! Boom!!! It's the sound of blasts and lives lost. Echo sounding with madrigal of terror, horror and of sorrow. Such melody of souls sprouting out of bodies.
Blood! Blood!! Blood!!! A dreadful fluid of the dead and the almost dead. Swingeing in rage and languishing in anguish languidly.
Tears! Tears!! Tears!!! A fluid of untold sorrow and agony unbearable. Gushing out of the broken eyes of the bereaved.
Tales of gruesome evidence of human sacrifice and the grimy task of burying a plethora of bodies whose souls were separated. Measures of satisfaction derived by the scary shadows of human figure and the hypothetical protectors.
Macabre; the plague taking over my Home of Peace, where dogs with serrated gnashing teeth are chasing and eating lions. An artificial curse, by the selfish brats with their deciet in camouflagry and their vile torturism of innocent civilians. Breaking, eking, and aching for the silence only the guns of these brats could bring.