Aenema.. (A.K.A. My Mask of Sanity Is Slipping)
I'm PRAYING for mayhem. I'm praying for tidal waves.
I'm praying for the Legions of Apollyon, Hordes of Locust, Seas of Blood, and Fire, Sweet, All-consuming fire, to wipe this failed experiment away and start over. Not because I necessarily want people to suffer. Neither just because I want to see my Lord and Savior return.
Simply for a clean slate. If the world were a candy it'd be (somewhat appropriately) a Milk Dud. If the chocolate were made of Bullshit and the center was infectious human waste, that is...
Flush it all away.
Nuke it from orbit. Only way to be sure...
I'm praying for the Legions of Apollyon, Hordes of Locust, Seas of Blood, and Fire, Sweet, All-consuming fire, to wipe this failed experiment away and start over. Not because I necessarily want people to suffer. Neither just because I want to see my Lord and Savior return.
Simply for a clean slate. If the world were a candy it'd be (somewhat appropriately) a Milk Dud. If the chocolate were made of Bullshit and the center was infectious human waste, that is...
Flush it all away.
Nuke it from orbit. Only way to be sure...