Dream #19

What foul and hellish thing is this?

Thick, black smoke fill the skies for the sun had dies and our end is nye.

What once was filled with vibrant colors is now shades of brown and grey.

For these are truly the end of days. Blood fills the streets, the waters, and the bodies decay invite death to the fray.

This once vibrant place no longer stands.

But something else arises: an epiphany.

This is what years of “progress” will lead us to.

For humanity knows no bounds when it comes to destruction.