People crazed with their guns ablaze, streets a maze of people crazed. Voices raise & some won't raise, never to raise in the coming days.
The scene I painted in your head, should view as several hundreds dead, with tiny holes in backs leaking & seeping red from bullets to the backs of those who fled. Bombs bombarding, family, friends & homes are parting, and this is just morning the days only starting. People carting the sentimental, others holding their heads, because they've gone mental. And this is not accidental, not an isolated incidental, this is war these people meant to; destroy their enemy who resides eighty miles from you, this is war these people meant to; destroy their enemy & you too.
Sirens sounding, screams resounding, this will shortly be zero grounding, where the body count will be mostly founding, the place that took the hardest pounding. And some will never see this end, they will meet their end before the end, but they'll be at peace when it happens again. And next time even more casualties, on both sides of both parties. All out war and only partly; for the unfortunate neutral party.
This is my premonition, my vision of things to come, & I see, bodies scattered everywhere with no safe haven anywhere, I see bullets streaking through night skies like speed addicted fireflies, bombs illuminate the skies, fighter planes take to the skies & tears fall from my eyes. How many more must lose their lives? There is no victor in gods eyes.
As much as I shake my head I just can't shake it... God made man & man unmade it? And we're the smartest beings ever created? Somehow I can see that being debated.
So my grim summation of this premonition is total and utter annihilation as we hurry along with deaths invitations, in the end our own extinction.
This image is clear in my mind & it views as the end of all mankind.
