They fight on the ruins of the past.
Sand of radioactive deserts melts under armored wheels of their battle cars, under rays of heavy lasers and fire of plasma guns, melts of their rage and despair, of hate and fear, and clouds boil above places of their battles, and drops of poison rain evaporate before they reach the ground.
Their fuzzy edges pass by fuel forts and fortified cities; pass before objectives of automatic cameras and barrels of heavy guns protecting peace of survivors in
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They fight on the ruins of the past.
Sand of radioactive deserts melts under armored wheels of their battle cars, under rays of heavy lasers and fire of plasma guns, melts of their rage and despair, of hate and fear, and clouds boil above places of their battles, and drops of poison rain evaporate before they reach the ground.
Their fuzzy edges pass by fuel forts and fortified cities; pass before objectives of automatic cameras and barrels of heavy guns protecting peace of survivors in the last war. News talk about them, worldwide information network watches them, mobile cameras track every their step from the sky covered with dust.
They watch their life, their hate, their freedom.
Freedom of butterflies flying to the open fire.
Flashing and burning stars of Meganet, reality-shows broadcasted on whole planet.
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