The Nightmarish Vision

         This plane of chaos, filled with degradation, no longer sees the human race fit to occupy the depths of its reality. Through the far reaches of time and space, it reached a void and unleashed its terror upon the world that was once beautiful through narrow eyes.

         I remember the skies were once blue, piercing our souls as it hung over us. I once knew of plant life and the vivid colors that meshed in with society. Though what I miss most was the rain; the vast amounts of water that poured from the heavens to wash away our pain or our fears. It was the only part of nature to take comfort in, and to be at peace. Now, the apocalyptic ruins lay in replace of the missing view of the world. Beauty is lost…

         It was only days ago when the carnage was let loose upon the systematically chaotic structure of life. It was morning, the streets of the city were filled, and I was walking into the Cathedral that sat on the corner where it can be seen by the lost souls wandering this plane of existence. I walked in, being greeted by the statue of the Virgin Mary which was directly in the middle of the open hallway before entering the church. I must say that I am not a man of faith, and my reason for being there is that I work for the House of God by repairing and maintaining the premises. When I walked in from the hallway, I dipped my hand into the holy water from the fountain, and did the sign of the cross out of respect.

         It was at that moment I heard a faint weeping sound. I scanned the area, but found no one, so I went back into the hallway to see if there was someone in need of help. Again, nothing was there, but the weeping sound continued, getting louder and more intense. Then a stench that I shall never forget in my life had consumed the air. It was the smell of decaying flesh lingering in the atmosphere. Following the wretched scent I walked up to the alter where the priest gave his sermons every mass. Hanging directly behind it was the cross and on the cross I noticed that Jesus’ flesh was peeling off. Blood began to pour not only from his body, but the fountains of holy water were consumed by it. The weeping echoed within the confines of the church, becoming so intense that it almost left me deaf. I ran outward from the church and as I did so the stain glass windows, portraying the Saints began to shatter into millions upon millions of pieces. Blood and glass polluted the air as I made into the hallway. Before I took my exit I looked into the eyes of the Virgin Mary and noticed tears of blood dripping from her. I ran out into the streets shouting at anyone who came near me. “Evil lies in the House of God!” The people who passed by treated me like the other apocalyptic nuts preaching the word of God, and threw me into the streets disrupting the traffic flow. I made my way across convinced no one would listen, and walked into a diner. I ordered coffee and took a seat at the window to watch the outside world.

         It was only a moment from when I left the cathedral when the world began to shake violently. The ground began to spread apart, the church began to crumble, and a voice, loud and abrupt, spoke to the life occupying the earth. Its voice shattered windows as it said, “I am the way, the truth and the light. I am God!” As he spoke the remaining words the church collapsed in itself, and the debris flew where it pleased. Thousands upon thousands of people panicked and the screams surged through the rubble and chaos. I stayed in the diner, not moving because I knew that as soon as I stepped outside, the crowd of people would destroy me. I would’ve been trampled to no end. Amongst all the screams and cries, I heard prayers being sent out to the gods created on this earth.

         It took only a few minutes before more buildings began to collapse and crumble. I would like to think that it was just poor architecture that destroyed these tall office buildings we know so well, but there is a force behind this all. The hours passed and nightfall was upon us. The chaos died down, and many people lay dead in the streets. I was not concerned with how many people were left, for there time, as well as mine, will be short on this planet. I walked out from the diner where I watched the madness spread upon the world, and walked up the street. I didn’t know where I was planning to go, for there was no place to go. Through the silence of the night I could hear some people crying faintly. A great sorrow had filled the emptiness of my heart as I saw the ruins of the city, and heard the various cries before the hand of death came to reap the souls not yet claimed, and soon the dreaded character will come for mine. There are so many bodies, and yet the world is not completely dead.

         As I walked I stared up into the sky. I stared into the empty abyss, only to see it staring back at me. There was an uneasiness that overcame me, telling me that this chaos that sits before me is only the beginning. The question of how it can only the beginning when the end is so near, fell upon my mind. The remains of destroyed buildings, and rotting flesh, the silent cries, all of it assures the watcher with narrow eyes that it is the end. Only when the abyss stares back into the depths of your soul do you hear of a new beginning.

         Hours had passed and the sun slowly crawled out of its area in space, spreading light upon the crawling chaos that waits for the rest of the living. The skies were no longer blue by morning, but blood red. They absorbed the blood of the dead and washed away the beauty of the heavens. The color of blood sits upon us all. The world is a beautiful, yet terrifying vision. Upon the destruction of yesterday, the ruins were mounted on chaos, and the normality of life was demolished. From the warm climate that we have endured for a few days, the cold marched in. The sun still hung brightly, but one could see death in the near future.

         As I made my way further into destruction, I saw the fires spreading and making there way to where I came. One would be fearful of the events taken place, and fear has certainly gripped the vast darkness of my mind. But fear has died down when the realization of death had hit my soul. There is nothing to fear when you know death is waiting for you. There is only waiting. It is only the human trait left in my to wonder why this is all happening, but it is another force inside of me to know that there is no reason for this destruction. We shall never the true answers of life; though for years we have tried to answer them.

         I took refuge in an abandoned building and it was there I tried to sleep. Unfortunately, the damned plague of insomnia had stricken me. I was to stay awake throughout this entire ordeal. Night fell upon us once again, and the abyss gazed at us once more. Tired, I did no more traveling for the night. I sat in the suffocating silence only my thoughts, my memories as my friends of the night. I had lost track of time as I played the events over in my head. It was like watching a movie, only there are no credits, and the ending is unknown to the viewer. Now the events lead up to the present time. I left the building at sunrise, and walked on, noticing the harbor ahead. I could not see through the smoke and fog, but I knew the harbor lay ahead. I pushed onward, forcing my way through the suffocating atmosphere only to see a horror far worse than death. The sea that sat right here was empty. The water is gone. My emotions got the best of me. I feel the anger surging through my blood. My eyes no longer see clearly, and it is no longer cold. I fell upon my knees, and looked up toward the heavens. Hoping that demonic chaos could hear my voice, I shouted, “I am the way, the truth and the light. I am God, for I created God!”

         It awoke the demon upon the world. The earth shook abruptly, and before my own eyes the sun blew into thousands of fiery pieces. A light surged through the grounds, consuming the world whole. As it began to consume my body I could hear the last remaining words of the creature.

         “Humanity created God, but who created humanity?”