The days have forsaken their identities. Another block becomes dust in the wind.
Tomorrows of mecha pilots stack up. They’ll never get any use now.
The horizon has burned down. Clouds downed in plumes of fire. Heaven breaking roar
shatters what is left of the will. White fire exits toothen maw at extreme speed.
I sit, and watch the colourless flame envelop all in its way. The hollow skyscrapers.
The tank strewn streets. The empty housing blocks. All of it gone in an azure inferno.
Take it away. All of it. Make it new. Even me. Even me.
Giant monster stuff.