the events of the last few hours were nothing short of impressive

The crickets were cacophonous the last night
Alarmed, the insects of the world jumped at the sound of the squealing trumpet piercing the biting cold night.
The first angel dropped from the sky, soaring through the black starry sea in a fiery blaze, spitting glimmering red onto the treetops.
The faultlines fractured, tossing stone and flesh from its back,
The oceans churned and drained before rushing past the shore line, consuming… rushing… permeating. Thousands gagged with salt water.
When dawn peaked through the blue, it was choked black.
The second angel screamed, puncturing eardrums by the millions as he dropped to earth.
Rivers flowed backwards.
Blood streamed from the clouds.
Volcanoes ejaculated after years of holding back.
The burning whores in the brothels begged. And the deviants suffered. The sinful flogged with the devil’s tail.
The locusts came that afternoon, devouring and swarming. chewing and devastating. It was hypnotic. I nearly cried.
squads sweeping through cities, faceless and gurgling death rattles.
Choking ash.
Murder for survival, mercy killing, suicide in every imaginable form.
Lawlessness, abandonment, abolishment, revolt.
Morale majority fucking for one last time.
When the third angel soared above, most were gone.
Those left were treated to solar flares, whipping the world with scolding punches; lungs ignited, skin melted, organs failed. I nearly cheered.
Forests toppled. Tongues were swallowed.
Animals burned. Crimson.
Birds dropped from thin air. Pungent. Nauseated.
Soulless. Sewers clogged with billions of dead rats.
Debauchery. Flies.
Last rites. Agony.
Forgiveness for sin… just in case.
Silence.
Lunar.
Black.
Gone.
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