Labels:text | screenshot OCR: Morrow The Dawning Day The Sun's Eye Opening On A Devasted World The Once Green Feilds Now Lay In Ashen Ruin. The Smell Of Burnt Bodies And Grass Squeazing Hard On The Throat. In The Distance, The Survivors Run Towards A New Land Free Of Disaster And War But For Them, The Morrow Will Never Erease The Tragedy On Which The Moon Sleeps. Forever In Their Minds Haunting Them, The Torment The drag Of Living Weighing Hard Upon Their Tired And Frail Shoulders. But For Those Left Behind Only A Souvenir Moist With Tears Still Exists In The Bothered Minds Of All. CYPHER . iMPERiAL
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