A young girl of 15 sits under a poplar tree in the park, contemplating humanity, religion, but most of all the apocalypse. Normal girls would be out with their friends or working, but she is different, and far from normal. As she scans the park all she sees is a world full of abuse, drugs and violence. A newspaper article flutters in the wind and catches on her blue canvas shoes. The heading, 'Mother kills three childern'.
As she reads this article all she can think is, we are shit and we deserve to die. Again, she ponders the apocalypse, and truly beleives that we must purify the earth of all humanity's evil, all their selfishness. In the corner of her mind she recalls something once spoken, 'God has not condemned us, we have condemned ourselves.' She doesn't remember who said it, but it reaches a state of crystal clarity, only now fully understood.
She throws her hands in the air in an unspoken plea for forgivness. Forgivness for all human's sins. For scaring the earth, never to fully heal. For sucking the life out of it, for killing our planet which is only lent to us. She suddenly has courage, and knows exactly what must be done as a pennance for all these terrible sins.
For the first time in months of agonizing she speaks, "Let there be darkness, descend upon all these creatures of destruction." And with these words all life, space, and time ceased to exist.
-show me the dead stars, all of them sing.-
