#crtndth

In its final days the withered tree, diseased, birthed sprouts into a renewed world. Burrowing a route to light through a sea of ash, to peak their tips above waterline. The light, blasphemed by The Destroyer of Worlds cast a ray to draw toward it the life force of Earth - no longer suffering Man's lack of self-control. Bursting the garrotte from its gaunt, guillotined neck like a flower coming into bloom, no flowers come into bloom, only clouds of black tar bloom. Like a cloud of black tar coming into bloom. The world wakes to good morning mutilation and a shootfight for control. Wrangling the remainder of the Human dinner money from its reluctant hand only to find that it's a barley legible IOU. From the midst of a mushroom cloud emerges a pale horse and, from it's formless rider's neck,  a plaque inscribed with the words "I can do whatever I want, ooh baby. I can do whatever I want, finally. I can do whatever I want, freedom. I can do whatever I want, freedom. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me all over." and his name that sat on him was Death.