For the Grain Elevator

I think about your marvelous stature, your towering windows, how they overlook the southern railway station and the canning factory. How, from your heights, one can overlook the southern neighborhoods past the Yelshanka river.

And how from your windows, men crowd, intently watching the horizon. From your heights, the barrels of many machine guns simultaneously spew hot lead angrily across the steppe, as voices in a choir, their bullets scattering the many who ardently gaze in admiration, looking up in awe, death shining down as rays from the sun which fall from heaven between the crevices of the clouds. The men cower in the face of your divine posture, fearing the heavy blows which it rains from above. 

For the Grain Elevator (Rewritten at the behest of Adam)

That shit crazy. It’s big and like weird and stuff. And people just be shooting each other. Wild.

Hope that helped Adam, and I wish you luck in learning Mandarin Chinese, though I would suggest finishing with English first.