kingofrocknroll

Aftermath. Scorched plains stretching like dead skin Brown and dry, emptied of life. Where have all the flowers gone? Gone with the fire. Gone with the wind. Civilization was a joke, Effort of humankind was a waste. The stone man sees this. On that day when the fire bloomed, Flowing life a waterfall through the maze Of glass and steel, relieving them of their density, An orange cloud, opaque with pain Turning men to dust and giants to bones. The day when life turned into living death. The stone man saw this. No grass will grow. No man will live. The Earth, a wrinkled carpet of ash. When water has turned to acid. Nothing left;