... there is little to think about.
defenseless before roaring scream of thunder, the passage of his terrifying high-speed wheels, the wild power of its engine,
observe the earth tremble.
powerless, helpless, already 'surrendered,
expect a renewal of our destiny. ..
... and the wind finally come to lift the weight of our little substance.
we stand in the air ...
book ...
light again ...
to observe the world from ...
the road as he slowly loses focus before our eyes
souls are at the mercy of the wind ...
fleeing from a wild scream of battle ...
roar their way to a new war ...
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