Flames dance across a war torn sky; the earth is burning and there’s no where to hide. The sun is the devil and I am a breeze that no longer can flow with the wind’s mighty force. We were defeated long ago.
Tumbleweeds roll and laughter dies away; death reaps the grasslands and the creatures who made it whole. The only smiles that remain are those of the demons who walk the earth in search of their next victim. They said global warming did not exist, but all those people are now buried in the sand, tears drying against their skulls.
40 degrees may seem awful now, but wait till our world is engulfed.
Where will you look to get away then?