End of All

A fierce foreboding begins.
The bedlam erupts instantaneously;
Liquor stores, porn shops, jewelry;
Sin entreats these frightened fools to take;
The street is already in flames.

The rich odor of burnt plastic

Nauseates and fouls the air.
Communication down.
Cell phones, Net, Television.
Distractions are now limited.
Chaos thickens and quickens his pace,
The terror screams through the city, 
They scurry like ants trapped under glass.
Stars blanket the black canvas, mid-day.
The sun has died, the earth is cold.
I sit alone in a tree overlooking the madness,
Watching humanities psychotic interlude,
Patiently awaiting the End of All.

An Orange rage flares the sky!

A deafening roar...

The heat, the light...

Intensity beyond all...

It stuns the pestilence.

Brings them to their knees. 

Social ataxia ends with veneration.