White flakes and powder all mangled into agony. Dripping of wet, ruthless liquids. Tender and soft elements of torture. Pain nor death can compete against such disgrace. Cracks formed on the dirt smothered concrete grounds. Hard wooden, surfaces pressed against then earth. What burden Mother Nature made to torment us. Waterfall of blood. Veins cut to the bone, scarce pale skeletons. Non can compete against reckless fruit of inferno. Non can compete...