i spend my last day on earth enjoying the last bit of beauty it has to offer. sitting in the sunlight as the final nails are hammered into my coffin. i accept my fate of damnation. i await it with anticipation. the crows perch on the trees above
as if they could preconceive the spilling of my blood. when i look into their faces. i see the empty spaces. the crows tore out their eyes. torn out before they could die. my father had prepared a place for me. nailed to the wood of a rotting tree. placed upon my head. a crown of thorns. all hail the king of the dead. the fury of god strikes down upon the earth. marking the beginning of the planet's rebirth.