It is December 27th, the last day of the world.
The earth is crumbling as the stars burn. The light and heat are blinding, and yet..
..there is no sun. Absolutely no air to breathe. Certainly no lack of pain.
Yes, yes. Time ticks slowly by, while Wickedness dances and Greed giggles loudly. The agonizingly slow embrace of suffocation grasps the ones that cry: Joy, Mercy, Love.
Love especially cries.
In one corner of the world a child shuts his eyes and accepts his fate.
Everything is over. His beautiful grandmother is gone, and his village bombed to dust. He lies amongst the piled remains of his once sweet sweet friends. He lies dying.
Yes, it is December 27th and the child’s world is fading away - but does it really matter when Death rejoices all the more each passing day?
(What was that child’s name again?)
-Dedicated to all the lives who’ve become a statistic. Death shall not prevail.
how much do islands cost i want one
Less than a college education
what the fuck
i need to be like 12x hotter than i am now