End of Days

I woke in the night into a dream and look, see, I saw a valley full of blood rising, flowing up and down the mountainsides. Death’s shadow collided with fiery light, dancing across across the crimson waste. And a weird moon reddish descended like a clock hand, quick to the eye, and fell into the …

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Holocaust

A wind blows through this waste In silence, for there are none Alive to hear it mourning. All the people are perished; All the world has been drained Of its noise, its upward posturing. Burned is the very dust to ash. Baked into oblivion is hope. Those mighty reptiles that once ruled, None lowered them …

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