The Revolution
When the world comes to an end. Inspired by the song, "The Suns Gone Dim and The Sky's Turned Black". I'm thinking of making it longer and adding in a bunch of stuff.
I was alone in my world. No one had survived. The heavens full of brown smoke and pieces of debris floating around like snow. Buildings trashed crackling to the ground like music of those who could no longer speak. I would tell you my world was perfect and beautiful, but it was nothing like it used to be. Nothing about it was spectacular. Birds no longer sang for they had all flown to a better place. My voice echoes throughout the city. Another window falls from a twenty-third story.
The war hadn't lasted long only mere moments in my eyes. Gun fire shot off into the distance and everything was silent with shock. Screams of bleeding children rang out over the city. Every last one of them had to be murdered. I did not agree with such anger and hatred, but I was one voice against millions. I took sustenance down to an old cellar and waited for the blood shed to end. My world was coming to an end, so the television buzzed out facts speaking in words I had never hoped to hear. Television language that was not of my world. Couldn't possibly be from my world. Words of: Murder! Rape! Chaos! Where had humanity gone wrong? I crunched up in a corner and dug my head into my arms. This was all wrong. This was not right. I needed to breathe. I needed light. Life, existence! Wasn't safe anymore.
Yet here stood Earth, scarred and broken as a great warrior would be. Tears of ocean, streams, and lakes ran along its flesh. Earth was in shreds and bleeding. Humans no longer plagued it's scalp like lice on a child. There were no children. No animals, and no plants. Humanity had destroyed itself and fallen ill to corruptions far worse than extreme powers. But here I stood alone as an ant without a colony. The only parasite left to renew Earth. I was the revolution.
(Inspired by The Suns Gone Dim and The Sky's Turned Black)
The war hadn't lasted long only mere moments in my eyes. Gun fire shot off into the distance and everything was silent with shock. Screams of bleeding children rang out over the city. Every last one of them had to be murdered. I did not agree with such anger and hatred, but I was one voice against millions. I took sustenance down to an old cellar and waited for the blood shed to end. My world was coming to an end, so the television buzzed out facts speaking in words I had never hoped to hear. Television language that was not of my world. Couldn't possibly be from my world. Words of: Murder! Rape! Chaos! Where had humanity gone wrong? I crunched up in a corner and dug my head into my arms. This was all wrong. This was not right. I needed to breathe. I needed light. Life, existence! Wasn't safe anymore.
Yet here stood Earth, scarred and broken as a great warrior would be. Tears of ocean, streams, and lakes ran along its flesh. Earth was in shreds and bleeding. Humans no longer plagued it's scalp like lice on a child. There were no children. No animals, and no plants. Humanity had destroyed itself and fallen ill to corruptions far worse than extreme powers. But here I stood alone as an ant without a colony. The only parasite left to renew Earth. I was the revolution.
(Inspired by The Suns Gone Dim and The Sky's Turned Black)
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