While the blood drips from my severed
wound, I look around dazed and watch the
flowers bloom. How could I die in such a
beautiful place? I should be bound by
leather or chains, not surrounded by delicate
lace.
When my blood hit the flowers, they
turned into barbed wire. It gives and
takes away life from flesh as well as substance.
I tried to run far but still couldn't
escape from the light. Death is inevitable
now. Why even put up a fight?
The inferno flashed across! I felt nothing, saw
only darkness.
We're just killing ourselves with our own
technology. How can we call this World advanced?
Is that some sort of psychology?
The battle has been won but no one can claim
the prize! It's not just a matter of strength
or size!
It's all over now and we can't go back.
Doomed from creation by our ever wondering
minds. Caught up in an infinite
cycle of greed, lust and power that's as old
as the beginning of Time!
So long and hard we worked to build the
Human Empire. Nevertheless, in a second...
it's gone.
We never even existed.