She’d figured that the apocalypse would have been more literal, that there would be a definable moment where humanity ceased, and but for the afterlife, the doomsayers would have no avenue to the phrase ‘I told you so’.
Nuclear war, GM crops, alien invasion, financial ruin, divine intervention, take your pick., there had been enough reasons presented to people from the liberal media, through to paranoid survivalist forums on the Internet to fear the end times coming, but who had predicted this?
The world almost seemed louder now, as if without humanities efforts the earth out of necessity intervened to fill in the silence. She was grateful.
These were end times.
Luke 21:28 “Truly I say to you, this generation will not pass away until all things take place”
Was this her generation? She had traded for the bible, not because she was religious, but
because of the pleading look in the woman's eyes. Perhaps it meant something? Perhaps.
because of the pleading look in the woman's eyes. Perhaps it meant something? Perhaps.
Coughing she smiled, being alone she had almost forgotten she possessed the power to make noise. Humming a tune she vaguely remembered, she pondered - How long until I forget this melody, are there any left who remember it?
Time moves more slowly in End Times.
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