Large, golden spikes extend over the dry land like flaming spears from Heaven. It leaves nothing unshown, illuminating even the darkest of corners. Ripples appear as the heat begins to rise. There is no escaping this awesome God that controls our every action. It will erase every lie ever told and uncover every truth ever hidden. It gives and it takes life. It decides who will go and who will stay. Its vengeful arms pull us closer and closer to it every day. Our small source of hope is running out. Soon, we will all disappear if we do not give it the respect it demands.
May death come to whoever does not conserve for the sake of many. May the wrath of the sun destroy every remaining fiber of his physical being and disparage any inspiration that grows in his soul.
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