Extinguished by spark
The nation was dull.
PResidential heel set the fire. It eliminated every program that whispered with renewable energy, shutdown solar farms, chain rivers, silently. He told people, “Givem fuel is freedom.” Bright cities with oil and coal shine bright, but only for those who are bent. For everyone, the nights were dull and dark.
However, from this darkness, a spark rose. Farmers who killed their crops. Teachers who could no longer see their classrooms. Soldiers who were deserted when they saw the children were drowned in an oil -filled rivers. Hackers who believed that the grid could be stolen from the oppressors. He called himself a renewal front, and there is no rifle worth his name. Instead of what they picked up was the lamps – shoe box bulbs, rescued panels, turbines quite small little little little little little little little little little little littleen little little little little little little little little little littleer little little little littleest small little little little little little little little little little little little littleer lords.
MIchael was one of them. Stained in the body and the soul, he picked up his daughter’s shoe box lamp as if it were a heritage. Tori, burning the heel in the fire, shoulder its stains and its rifle, not for blood, but by vowing to fight the light of light. Marsar, once brought a captain in the Hell’s army, disciplined the deserts who had now raised the turbines instead of rifles. And latch, crazy and magnificent, sewing ghost wires across the ground, hacking …