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Mar 2012
I envision the worst.
It always seems to be fact, rather than fiction.

I have dreams of fire.
Falling from the sky in the blackest time of night.
Not stopping for anyone’s pleas, prayers, or cries.
The dreams always end the same way…
Everyone crying and screaming for their God.
But no reply.
More crying and screaming.
Suddenly… Everything goes to black. A light appears in the darkness.
A figure is suspended in the blackened, ash ridden sky.
It seems to be your savior.
Does salvation await?
He raises his hands… And then he throws them violently at his sides.
The Earth is erupt in flames.
Bodies are running around aimlessly in the night.
But now, the night is as bright as day.
The sight of this true and unrelenting horror is unveiled.
Burning, flesh decaying, people dropping like flies.
The figure in the sky is encased in fire.
His face forever hidden in shadows.
No matter how bright the night has become.
We are all doomed.


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The dawn of a new day begins.
The raging fires that consumed our world have finally come to an end.
Leaving only embers in its wake.
The shadowed figure suspended high above,
Gazes indifferently at this barren landscape.
In an instant, he vanishes.
Leaving behind whispers in the wind
And the burning embers of our once beautiful world.
Suddenly, a figure stirs.
A young Phoenix emerges from the ashes.
She stretches her burning wings, and takes in what lays around her,
And she cries.
The young Phoenix sheds the most beautiful, crystalline,
Sorrow filled tears upon the land.
The tears begin to flow, forming rivers.
The rivers form into lakes,
The lakes form into oceans,
Suddenly the Earth is almost completely covered.
The few patches of land left start to shake.
And, what almost seems impossible,
Saplings start to grow.
Slowly, but surely,
The Earth starts to revive.
As the Sun climbs over the horizon,
The Phoenix ceases her tears.
She gazes into the Sun,
It’s essence burning in her eyes.
She takes flight.
In that one moment,
As the Phoenix flies towards the rising Sun,
All is new again.
The world is finally at peace.
Kyle Kind
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