The veil that clouds my sight of the coming cataclysm has been lifted. I have seen into the void that even now prepares to swallow the world.
The sky is grotesquely swollen with misshapen clouds. They pulse with an unnatural red light, spilling black ichor like rain as they spear each other with lightning. Each dazzling bolt illuminates the masses below: thousands--no, millions--that shout to the unholy sky above. Their words are indistinct, but powerful. Angry. In perfect unison, they chant their hate as if in prayer.
Suddenly, they all raise their hands simultaneously. Every pair of hands I can see has the fingers crossed into an X shape as the chant turns into an unending scream. I turn my head upward and look with them. The clouds have parted to reveal something massive hovering overhead, something forming the shape of a moebius strip. The lightning strikes it and for an instant, I can see through the veil. I see clearly into the void. And I am screaming with all the others.
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You're a nutjob, and you're scary.
But keep fighting dudes in public.
Your photos pay really well.
Man, so I'll admit, I'm kind of religious. Not as religious as señor Zealot, but religious.
Most of me wants to laugh this off, but there's a small part of me going but what if it's true?!
I really hope it's not.
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