Silence.

Assad The Gasser.

White Phosphorus

Decends,

In The Night.

Pain and Suffering come full circle

as The City burns

crucible in which sacred

ground once hallowed now

ravaged

light,

upon which Angel Of Death,

mirror image converge,

brightest light that

burns,

eyes opened fully can not be,

shielded

suffering unfurled, city turns to

dust,

in the crucible,

judgement rendered,

scorched bricks in the back of my

retina,

flash of Light

incinerates

dreams

ambitions

collapsed upon me.

Abandoned in the dust of the

crucible,

Light descends,

Blinded, immobilized

flash of White Phosphorus

Desends,

In The Night,

blinding, caustic, leaves nothing behind in its wake.

The tears dry on my cheeks.

That all gave some.

And that some, gave all.

Collective Suffering,

to know Pain and Aguish.

Given all muffled screams

now silenced,

shadow of a refuge now

dying,

shelter among the

charred ashes in the

crucible,

asylum in the rubble can only,

weep,

nothing of these bricks that remains.

White Phosporus,

Descends.