The Day of Retribution (a recalled dream)

The day came like any other. East Earth was first to endure the suffering we all would come to see. Our end of the tunnel, of which there was no light nor darkness. How horrifying this day was to be. And yet, mother camel did not leave her calf from safeguard. It was all over the media, printed in the magazines, and talked about by the elders; our time had come.

We had become so swallowed by worldly life, attached to the temptress of the lady, and florescence of the computer screen that even this day did not leave an inkling of a feeling of yearn. We finally met our fate of being dusted away into the empty air. 

The clock continued to slowly tick and tinker away at the final moments of our lives. But what livelihood had we left? Our greedy thoughts still encapsulated our hearts enough to never find the worth of creaking a final goodbye to love, we were still embarrassed. 

Tough luck that the East was to suffer first. Would we have been the same if we all perished at once? A wonder that has always been since the beginning of time: seeing the misfortune of others lead us to feel safe for a time. 

We were fading away. At last.

I stepped out into the beautiful sunlight. Curious if it was true of the humanly misfortune that was to come. My eyes saw nothing of the different. However a heart of gold knew the empty feeling that was to come. 

The sky turned inky blue; happiness was no longer an option. Gilda strode down the street with a nose to the cell. Like fate smiling its grin of despair, the joys of the birds was empty to the world-- humans would even wish a painful ring to the ear. My world had gone like the sky as I raised my hand to understand my end. The gray scale sparked my attention for intuitive fear and agony. You were never loud enough in life; this time will not be any different. Yet, my mouth still hung open. Our lives began to erase away, like the mistakes we were. 

The last of my eyes tortured by the fading of my gray life hung paralyzed by reality. A snap of gold remained in the distance. As my eyes were last to fade away; I knew for a fact that mother camel remained safe guard to her calf.