English exercise in screams of NY 2017⁠⁠

One of my friends came back yesterday from western land. There are rains and strong winds on coast around and fields that were burnt for happines of secret pagan gods who were drinking people blood here and fucking whores in vilages near by, till the leaden sky was always in keeping calm and colour of his clouds (was always gray) have started rattle and pray for all. The hills lie under the blanket of ash and shit of birds. And forest on top of the hill sings the endless songs what are just a humming in the woods. The state on this land was created before than it becam the second hell in the World. It already had managed to provoke the terrible wars and conflicts in the World. History of this awful place probably is began from the rocky coasts and desert beaches whitch are full of sleepy mood that was borning here and hanging over countless stones on the pale sands. Sand is being here since immemorial time and all this time sand has only one wish - to be dissolved in the air. This place is called the Dream Land but even small wish is doomed to death near by the sand and crazy desire to be dissolved in air slowly becoming in whisper and invisible and impalpable strings of the soul are broken in the long and sad singing of the Ocean.