A world stands…
A world stands in ruins…
The stench of sulfur stains the air, the fires burns higher
then buildings, twelve thousand years ended in three hours, everything
started and finished in vain now only the destroyed dreams and screams of
methane burning remain, only burned destroyed memories are to be seen in a city
once full of life and ambition, now the statues of people who once were…
No car horns blowing…
No sounds of construction…
No sounds of the children playing.
Twenty twelve a year of dreams come true…
A year of sport…
A year of records…
All broken, from the dust it came so to dust it shall all
return. As with the people from the dust we came so to the dust we will all
return…
One day.
Twenty sixth of December boxing day, the rush and excitement
had started to calm down, but not in the military bases, presidents being
rushed away into bunkers, people of great worth thrown into underground bunkers…
The Generals give the orders… So starts the cleansing of the
world… So starts the destruction of people,
Families…
Pets…
Species…
Villages…
Towns…
Cities…
Countries…
Continents...
The missiles launch… A thousand megatons EXPLODE, the
atmosphere cries out in pain from mass radiation sickness and blinded by the light
and its own dust, a fire ball fifty miles high incinerates the clouds, even the power
of the sun cannot be seen, a million souls gone in seconds others in cased in
dust, they became their own graves, some shopping, some playing, others just living their lives…
Now left for eternity, cars thrown, building fall, pavements crumble, the city
melts under the intensity of this million degree monster named Zeus or the B100
Nuclear bomb.
The world cries as all its cities burn, the earth cries as it
body is destroyed by fire and scared by craters miles wide, it’s inside spill
out from the blasts and its face shakes and cracks. A loving God cries out as
His creation destroys itself for no reason,
Angels weep for those not saved… believers called home…
Others face the fire again.
The devastation lasts two weeks, seas evaporate, deserts
become glass, mountains fall, ash rains down covering every surface, the earth
dies…
SILENCE befalls the once so vibrant land now only silence.
So the silence remains.
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