Fog, heavy as the winter cloak
of charcoal wolf fur, crawled
upon the land with boulder legs,
hiding the earth within its
jealous cover. The moisture
lusted for the green leaves
of trees which had long before
been forgotten by the cold limbs;
love before had
been stolen from their sun-
worshipping branches
like indulgences taken
from a suicide sinner.
The plains, once fertile
with grass, lay raped
and wasted as a corner
from the cities of sin,
as Babylon;
now home to rocks stained
with the last tears of mourning
from the sky.
The fog had come to
replenish those tears and bring
sterile hopes for the planting
of seeds
that will never grow in the heart
of this dead, wretched place.
The Garden of Eden has
been laid to waste.
Yes,
God had kept his faithful promise to
Humanity; the Earth had
been reduced to a barren dust bowl,
frozen in orbit around a
a nickel core of dense matter we had
once called the "Sun." Our Eden,
Earth, no longer exists
as a forgotten paradise: demons,
angels, and humans alike live in
an eternal battle of good,
evil, neutrality... all in honor of
nothing. Punishment, severe as the
searing flames that curled
human flesh like parchment
and devoured sane minds
with discord, left none
so innocent
as Satan himself and the soil lay
naked as the flesh of the first
clay and dust that had walked
without undeniable knowledge.
The afterlife now serves as a
cruel prison in which God keeps
his jealous, watchful eye
upon all of us,
sinners of the highest betrayal.
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