Black columns of billowing smoke rises above what was once a city. Now, it bears little semblance to the once vibrant towers of prosperity. Beneath the scorched skies, lie bits of debris; debris comprising of steel, cement and human flesh. Home’s a wasteland, a basin of death and decay. The aftermath seems serenely silent, seemingly innocent to the blinded. Slowly, a hand, an arm then a head gingerly pushes through the rubble. Dazed and dying, battered bodies begin to emerge from where they had fallen. A bone-chilling scream splits the heavy air like a knife. A mother holds her child to her bloody bosom, her charred head bowed in grief, and later both bodies bowed in death.
Do you see death? Do you see forgiveness? Do you even care…?
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