It's about four in the morning
On the couch
To watch your favorite show
A benign evening interrupted
By the harbinger of your end
Sirens roar ominously
Outside your cozy home
The torrent's dreary drones
Engulfing you
Feeling so small and insignificant
Denying eminant fatality
The broadcast sounds
From the flickering picture box
Now terror takes hold
Outside
Familiar voice from the phone
Information
Amplified louder
Than any human scream
Heartlessly blaring
A death sentence
Nothing will save you
From the inevitable
Cataclysmic fate
Heart pounding
Every muscle tensing
Snap
Like a rubber band
Losing with trepidation
You can only let go
Falling to your knees
On the living room floor
Feeling your candle flicker
With loss of hope
You pray your final wish
The man made fragment of the sun
Collides with the earth
Blinding light floods your vision
Unnatural heat sears your skin
Eating you alive
You let out your final scream
It is soon cut off
As your throat and lungs ignite
The fiery force rips through you
Soft tissue torn from bone
Incinerated
Seconds of infernal agony
Followed by infinity
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