Images of violent acts consume my mind.
Blood runs as a river across the streets.
Bodies lay twisted and mutilated as I walk among
them.
What is this but a dream?
An apocalyptic nightmare
from which I cannot escape.
Yet the carnage around me seems so real.
The bodies,
the faces reflecting the desperate nature of this place.
And the blood,
the river is endless.
The smell of death fills the air,
and the clouds are filled with smoke from the
burning landscape.
Yes, an apocalyptic nightmare,
a dream,
not real.
Or a vision of the future?
Perhaps this is the road down which
we are traveling,
with the inevitable end being the destruction of all
humanity.
Perhaps just a nightmare,
or a nightmare that reveals the truth of reality:
That we are on the brink of society's fall.
