Some believe the morning sun hides somewhere behind the iron walls of a future world many thought never to be, but none know for sure. It, too, perhaps was destroyed in those days of madness and banned from existence as so many things became outlawed and demonized for the profit of the few. The few who thought they had the answers to all things and blessed with the ability to lift their vile lives to the royalty of the gods.
The moments of the elite scorched the earth and danced in joy, as it watched the masses withered into a broken people struggling desperately to survive one moment to the next. And then it was over.
An army of the faithful fools, who had given the elite their death blow of wealth and power, rose up from the devastation they had blindly carried out and demanded their due. The elite laughed. Did any truly believe their deceitful word to be true and meant?
The laughter was swiftly silenced, as the army of revenge lashed out to crush the ruling ones. Some died in agony, while others fled to face a slow death of their own creation. For in those last moments, locked from their hoards of abundance, they, too, faced the man-made scarcity of necessities they had imposed upon their unwilling subjects. And, as their cries of utter torment reached into the moment of defeat, there was no mercy to embrace or to ease. It was for them what they had so excitedly bestowed upon those restricted from the celebrity of the self-proclaimed enlightenment.
There was no true delight, except by those whose hearts dined on the fruits of revenge, for as the last cry echoed against the walls of deceit and ignorance, the knowledge that only a few might survive was the only thing left abundant. Time was little. Hope was none. There was no sun shining to bid a new day. No sun to scare away the demons and the hopelessness of reality remembered. No sun to cast a shadow to hide the hideous knowledge sucking the life from all.
It could have been different. The madness could have been stopped. If only it had been, before it was too late.
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