He glanced around at the empty pews; at the fear on the faces of those few parishioners, who had braved streets filled with corpses under blackened skies, to offer up one last prayer.
But it was too late for prayer. It was too late for heaven to intervene in a man made hell.
It was too late for masks and vaccines or for diplomacy and weapon disarmament.
Too late for peace talks and world cooperation.
It was all too late.