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The blue sky is an illusion.  The moon has no air, and there, the stars shine during the day against an eternity of black, empty space.

A single star rules our world each day.

He is Sol, and his eye is filled with judgment.

Emeralda couldn’t find her breath. 

The air left her lungs.

Gone, all gone, except for Two:

Her daughters; one apart, one with her, and nothing else mattered anywhere,

anymore,

at all.

 

My God Is The Sun   by QOTSA   

“We can’t find her.”

The words held in the air as if someone had pasted them across its surface.

Chairman Hegan stood up and his chair toppled over onto the stone floor.  He said, “She must be hiding!”

The two brothers looked up from where they sat at the tri-legged table.  One smiled at him and the other couldn’t seem to focus.

Hegan wondered which one of these men before him had a hand in this.  No one could be trusted.  A high position of power lends itself to paranoia, and rightly so.  One must always guard the door on both its sides.

What he did not know was this:

Both of the men before him held hands in this thing.

They were connected now, one from the other, like a devil spawn.

They were connected by hate

…and by hunger.

Climb as he might, the Chairman would soon find that his ladder was constructed with rungs of air.

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Emeralda drove without looking back.  She was no wife of Lot.  Glass pebbles sparkled in the sunlight like diamonds, strewn across the dashboard in front of her, in her hair, and over the blanket covering her baby.

The rear end of the huge vehicle was crunched up from impact against the high adobe wall, but you should know that adobe bricks are not make from cement.  They are made from mud and straw.

Her world had been walled in with this.

How easy to break out, or perhaps, to enter?  


It was false.  



All of it.

Her teachings back in the old country spoke of it to the youth, and now, she came to understand their meaning.

As she drove south, she saw it.

Car wrecks, people running after others, and none of the traffic lights worked.

All the power was gone.

At first she thought is was a blackout in the neighborhood, probably from one of the car wrecks, but soon, she found that the blackout went much further across the desolate city, as she drove to her daughter.

 

Coming Undone   by Korn  

It entered her mind that perhaps her daughter was in danger.  All of Hell appeared to be breaking loose, and she did not know from where it originated, nor how.

But she knew why.

She tried to push such thoughts away, to clear her mind for the task at hand. 

Numb.

Rescue.

Fear.

Escape.

Was this city isolated in its evil wash, or did it go further?  


To where could she escape?


Where was safety, now?

Such wondering can lead someone to panic.

She felt like her world was coming to an end.

If only it wasn’t that the prophesies could be coming true.

It must be something else.

Yes, that was it.

Nothing bad was occurring.

It must have been the pride of them Purple Robes.  They had caused their own downfall.  They had their dues to pay, evidently.

Most assuredly, that was it.

But do you know, Emeralda felt as if the threads of her life were beginning to unravel.

Indeed.

The threads of reality, there in that desert megalopolis called Fuckno,

…well,

The end times had come.

God Help You.

God Help Us All.

---willies out.

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