lOST FEATHERS,STAINED AND SOFT,FALLING FROM THE SKIES,DRIFTING ALOFT..MAYBE NOT SNOWFLAKES BUT HUGE HEAVY FEATHERS,FLOAT TO THE GROUND,MAYBE ABOVE THE CROSSROADS OF WEATHERS MYRIADS ARE FIGHTING...THEIR PAIN IS FELT ACROSS THE LAND,AS BLOOD OF ANGELS DRIP FROM TEIR HANDS...SO BARE WITH ME IN THIS WORLD OF FEELINGS AND EXPRESSIONS,IN WHICH WE DO ENJOY MOMENTS OF DELIGHT AND BLISSBLOOD OF ANGELS SWIRLING IN THE SKIES,BLOOD OF ANGELS WATCH THEM AS THEY DIE...THIRD WORLD WAR BEGINS,ANGELS FIGHTING FIERCLY EVERYWHERE WITH FEATHERD WINGS TORN ASSUNDER,TOSSED ABOUT THE AIR...HEAR THUER PIERCING CRIES,NEVER WILL THEY STOP ALL OF THEM WILL DIE..BLOOD IF ANGELS FLOWING THROUGH THEIR VEINS,KILLING WITHOUT REASON,THE COMING OF THE SILENT SEASON-FIRE PHOENIX-BL{}{}D {}F ANGELS