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The world’s gone merciful. Peace had no reason to not flourish in her moments. The hatred that remained burned cold, whilst tyranny and disorder had fallen silent to the bloom. There was not a reason to be fueled by anger. Only a reason to bring mercy forth.
The world’s gone strong. All her livelihood and children grew happy, no reason to be not of such remained. Inequality was falling to its demise; one gratefully accepted. Her children had no reason to be of such. Only a reason to bring strength forth.
The world’s gone beautiful. She had gone silent. Her youth had sparkled dull. The children she so bared; little was of them. Peace and war intertwined, and had fallen with each other. Life had no place in her land, and she would have none of its protests. Only a reason to bring beauty forth.
The world, truly, was gone.