I did not write this

Immortality

As time slowly comes to an end, my mind is eaten away by the emptiness of my soul.
The music being played in my mind gets converted into unnecessary noise. My heart melts in the rain, just like all the metal houses on the planet. The whales start to jump out of their fish bowls into the red sky. The panda’s are no longer endangered, they are extinct.
All of us keep on chasing misprinted lines. We all fight our battles, alone, all alone. But we unite for the war that will affect us all.
All our rights are raped & burnt beside the crucifix, which is red due to the color of the dried blood.
As the vultures hang in mid- air, waiting to be devoured by the hardness of the sky, they realize their fate, faith.
Disappearing, disillusioned words. Our minds wander to the extraordinary fact. The apocalypse. The Armageddon.
All of our faith gets washed away. As we all wait for the end, we seem to realize all our mistakes.
Jihad, war, world war, politics, AIDS, abortion, murder, rape, acid rain, torture, prostitution, miracles, death, A.I., life.
Everything we owned will get submerged into the emptiness of the planet. We prepare ourselves for the evacuation.
Addiction, ecstasy. Our mother is dying, we killed her.
Nothing we do can change the consequence. We need to hold on, to each other, to ourselves.
As we all cry and the infants choke in the artificial air that we breathe and human created water that we drink,
We blame no one but ourselves for the end.
The silence is unbearably loud. We all get down on our knees and cry, no longer praying.
The end has come. Evacuation is impossible. Everything stops. Everything becomes zero.
Death. Survival? Impossible. Survivors? None.
As everything vanishes, a hint of life can still be felt.
In the far end of the planet, a seed is buried deep into our mother’s body who regains her strength. Who assures togetherness. We will rise, again.
Faith is regained.
Love is felt.