Woodlime

"War ... war never changes. This war began suddenly, like a cold rain in the middle of a hot day. I remember the ashes whirling up to the sky, and charred skeletons around. I remember how the flames filled my city with an avalanche and dragged the skies Black snow. I remember how wild people, like among cannibals, pyromans and psychopaths, no longer had room for humanity. I remember how Na**sm blossomed with poison ivy and hundreds of bloody palms were raised to the sky in a fascist greeting. the brigand dragged huge hammers behind me. I remember the vicious sexual demoness, the daughters of the night and death. I remember everything. But how I would like to forget all this ... "