rtc143
12-13-2010, 11:24 PM
It began like any other day. It was a clear, sunny day outside as parents left for work and children rode school buses. It was a clear, sunny day as animals roamed large expanses and preyed on weaker specimens. It was a clear, sunny day as life flourished throughout the world. It was a clear, sunny day.
Then, that clear and sunny day became “not so clear” and “not so sunny...”
And to think it all began like any other day; except for one thing. A button. A red button. Multiple red buttons, to be exact. Red buttons that were controlled by tyrannical individuals. Individuals with greedy, self- absorbed minds, no conscious and loose fingers good, only, for pressing red buttons. It was inevitable. Power fell to those who deserved nothing more than a kingship over dirt. (And even that was too much if you ask me) So, inevitably, power led these loose-fingered tyrants down a red path. The result was destruction.
The sky grew darker as massive waves of thundering missiles dropped out of the sky via aircraft and satellite. The sky grew even darker with smoke, ash and brokenness. Broken bones, limbs, hearts, dreams, hopes, aspirations, inspirations, opportunities, doubts, emotions and life as we know it. As the smoke cleared, miles and miles of decimation were revealed. Life stood still for a moment. Life stood absolutely still. Red was all life could see before it. Only this time, this red was not a button. It was blood. It was the blood of parents going to work, children on school buses, animals hunting their prey, and a life that once flourished but now stood still. Power led to this blood. However, being powerful in a world of blood was like having no power at all. Why? The tyrants had no one left to rule but themselves and their loose fingers. Not even the red buttons stayed to keep the tyrants company.
Few people managed to survive the deadly blow to civilization. However, ash and debris was all that was left to them. They tried to start anew, but there was so little to work with. So little left of the world all due to unnecessary hatred. Hatred over nothing that consumed the world in a hellish, fiery storm filled with emptiness. And so the world sat in silence, hoping for one thing: a clear, sunny day.
Then, that clear and sunny day became “not so clear” and “not so sunny...”
And to think it all began like any other day; except for one thing. A button. A red button. Multiple red buttons, to be exact. Red buttons that were controlled by tyrannical individuals. Individuals with greedy, self- absorbed minds, no conscious and loose fingers good, only, for pressing red buttons. It was inevitable. Power fell to those who deserved nothing more than a kingship over dirt. (And even that was too much if you ask me) So, inevitably, power led these loose-fingered tyrants down a red path. The result was destruction.
The sky grew darker as massive waves of thundering missiles dropped out of the sky via aircraft and satellite. The sky grew even darker with smoke, ash and brokenness. Broken bones, limbs, hearts, dreams, hopes, aspirations, inspirations, opportunities, doubts, emotions and life as we know it. As the smoke cleared, miles and miles of decimation were revealed. Life stood still for a moment. Life stood absolutely still. Red was all life could see before it. Only this time, this red was not a button. It was blood. It was the blood of parents going to work, children on school buses, animals hunting their prey, and a life that once flourished but now stood still. Power led to this blood. However, being powerful in a world of blood was like having no power at all. Why? The tyrants had no one left to rule but themselves and their loose fingers. Not even the red buttons stayed to keep the tyrants company.
Few people managed to survive the deadly blow to civilization. However, ash and debris was all that was left to them. They tried to start anew, but there was so little to work with. So little left of the world all due to unnecessary hatred. Hatred over nothing that consumed the world in a hellish, fiery storm filled with emptiness. And so the world sat in silence, hoping for one thing: a clear, sunny day.