a peaceful tune to back behind a wonderful scene,
the sky's shining reflecting off of your eyes.
wind making small whispers as your hand dances through it,
while one hand sits securely on the navigator to the world.
a simple buzz,
the one distraction of destruction.
instead of keeping up with the navigator,
with a smile you read the words of desperation
of someone else, in a peaceful place
somewhere that you wish you could be.
within a few moments, you can't stop the inevitable.
the ship you were controlling,
as the wheels keep turning,
get smashed against you.
your heart shudders as the mighty navigator erupts,
in a simple act of kindness to protect you.
but it can't save you, as you get thrown around
like a rowboat in a tsunami.
the peaceful tune is replaced by silence,
a memory of what was.
beautiful life replaced with desperation.
the device of destruction.
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