The tempest flames flare,
Scorching the day sky,
It's blue brother content,
Becoming it's only ally,
The jolly tan giants perched along side,
Guarding over it's fallen brothers,
Pleading for a renewing revival,
But could not get to the others,
The barricade stretched from an ear to the next,
Silent in it's own debate,
The armies climbing the sides,
Hiding inside those enormous crates,
The fence was finally torn,
Brought down with a wrath,
It was the ending of an era,
And it didn't disappoint with it's crash.
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