Aim, kill, reload and repeat.
A cycling words slowly overflowing from the mind of a dead-eyed soldier trapped in a soul draining battle for eternity.

They were born this way, ready to always fight, to always kill, with no place to escape their burning selves.

Suddenly, the bullets have no sound, the fire has no light, and between the silent screams of the meaningless war, a rebellious flame breaks through the soldier head.

A flame of freedom bursting through the sleeping city, eating everything ahead, turning all it represents to mere ashes and ripping the system apart into the colors of a liberated chaos.

Fueled with the anger, sadness and helplessness from their tortured souls, there's no stopping the burning spirit now until it reaches its promised, eternal peace.

Artwork made by: XENOTRIP
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