underlying hypernova

Nothing fits the angriness, rage, and sadness.
Everything just explodes with no before nor after.
All the walls break, little perks in the wind.
A never ending unfolding sound of broken glass,
everlasting high pitched pink pain.
Sure there can’t be more out of hundred millions electron-volts,
sempiternal ill witched red rain.

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