The world was empty.
The world was empty, cracked like egg shells without their yolks. The bodies were the only flora, bloody flowers dotting a blackened landscape. White hands, thinning to skeletal limbs, rose up from the ground, stretching toward an unforgiving sky. Roads were paved with blood, everything completely destroyed in the wake of catastrophe.
The world was empty, raped of all her natural beauty and humanity. The sun burned above, a hot red cinder poked into the eye of God as he looked down. A blossom of rot and evisceration bubbled up from the earth, soaking the atmosphere in crimson and black. Oceans overflowed with the destruction man had caused.
The world was empty, broken beyond all repair. The moon passing above turned, forcing it's white gaze somewhere else. Stars burned themselves out, overwhelmed with the end of time. And the end had come, come so thoroughly and quickly. Everything dessicated in its wake. Forgotten by the universe as an ever spinning sepulchre.
The world was empty.
The world was empty, cracked like egg shells without their yolks. The bodies were the only flora, bloody flowers dotting a blackened landscape. White hands, thinning to skeletal limbs, rose up from the ground, stretching toward an unforgiving sky. Roads were paved with blood, everything completely destroyed in the wake of catastrophe.
The world was empty, raped of all her natural beauty and humanity. The sun burned above, a hot red cinder poked into the eye of God as he looked down. A blossom of rot and evisceration bubbled up from the earth, soaking the atmosphere in crimson and black. Oceans overflowed with the destruction man had caused.
The world was empty, broken beyond all repair. The moon passing above turned, forcing it's white gaze somewhere else. Stars burned themselves out, overwhelmed with the end of time. And the end had come, come so thoroughly and quickly. Everything dessicated in its wake. Forgotten by the universe as an ever spinning sepulchre.
The world was empty.
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