Predicted

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The strange outcome of madness,
Is just as predictable as the path of a lightning.
You may see it as it descends.
But, until a while, you shall not hear it sing.

Moments pass.
All that remains to see is the darkness.
Silence engulfs us
Like the arousing battle cry of madness.

Did it strike you?
Did you vaporize?
Or did I?
I presume it had to be either way.
Nothing is here forever to stay.