Gunfire all around. He can't even see. He, deranged and confused attempts to cross the trench--which seems as a gorge amongst the smoke. Boom! The noise and dirt plummets him to a darkened still. He opens his eyes, he can't. He tries to move, he can't. As if a custom seal weighing tons--crushing against his body. A scream halted by dirt and debree; choking and filling his throat. He gauges, he can't. For his attempt to breathe was not the air that he wished but that of a rainbow of dirt, stones, and sand filling his chest as the final beats of his heart play out like the song of his fate full of life to seize. For this loved man will die in earth; unable to see his son at birth.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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