The fires raged through the night. Unstoppable, they consumed everyone and every thing in their path. Thick smoke filled the lungs of every living creature while clouds of ash obscured the stars and the moon. Hope waned.
While the world died, Martin, Ray and Bae laughed and drank expensive red wine, paid for by the windfall they received from destruction. Dotards and democracies, republics and rocket men smashed their toys together until they were broken and shattered. Ideological men and madness marched over those with reason and conscience, stomping their bones into the dirt.
Dust to dust