Blood, Fire, and Lattes

We’re fed blood and violence from birth.

We find a sense of comfort in it.

From here, I see it…

From there, I feel it…

Death will come faster than life for most.

In time there will be more found…

Never the less the blood will flow.

Children will die.

Wars will rage…

Land, Oil and Souls will be lost.

Most will care more about a latte, as they watch the world die…

Safe in there little homes on the hill…

Sanctuary will lie, the tower will fall…

Here I’ll sit, laughing at it all.

Raise a hand, and wave…

Goodbye to it all…

From the shore, it seems so small.

Then again… we’ve never watched it burn like this before…

Wonder and amazement will take hold, freezing us stiller in time.

And when this time comes, they all will wonder why, as they stare at there phones sipping there fancy coffee…

the images of fire flash across the screen,

The death toll will rise…

and then their phones will die…

True chaos has struck now…

Laughter from few…

The mind can bend, farther than you thought…

Don’t believe me…

Come sit…

Have a talk…

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