Hatred spilling forth, the curtain call approaches.
I never thought it would end on a day as beautiful as this. The irony is inescapable. Four shadows spreading their message to all our kin, all we can do is sit back and watch in quiet awe. They work magnificently, leaving a wake of bodies unparalleled by anything we can muster. It’s a wonderful sight, really, as the sunset hues are reflected in your misty eyes. The shadows are converging. The credits will soon roll. Your parting words are sweet and drip like honey filling every crevice in my brain. I, however, remain silent. This seems to trouble you, but you don’t seem surprised. They’re here now. As the shadows painfully drag you away, I greet them as my own. With a steady breath, I quietly follow them into a waking hell.