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The reverberation of heaven’s cannon sounds in the distance
As smoky billows develop across a battlefield on the horizon.

Heavy mists of anticipation hang low over the trenches
As songs of cadence are sung by the wind among tree branches.

The crack of atmospheric armaments echo off canyon walls
As luminous missiles go streaking through the stratosphere.

Munitions of liquidity pelt against armored fortress
As unseasoned soldiers peer through crystal portals.

Security of position is communicated through the ranks
By weathered wartime veterans standing at their side.

Young recruits rest easy as they bunk down for the night.
Rhythm of nature’s weaponry has become a lullaby.