Water

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Water

Water rushes into a barren shore

To knock upon a subjective door

Where forces will effectively deplore

Then there will be nothing to adore

When the land is filled with gore

And no one will see a lion roar

An unfortunate result of war

A future that will only underscore

The futility of the cosmic whore

My Abstract sketch for this!

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