It'll end in blood.

The world will go dark and the sky will flash.

The startle of teeth and knives and guns.

A loud bang in the distance makes me realize what's begun to happen.

The was against the world upon our flesh,

They seek the end and they seek our death.

But as animals and animals and humans collide,

You'll begin to see that the point of humanity was wasted.

We are, not.

Yet,

We are.

Merely animals at the end fellow man will no longer see race, or sex, or religion or sexuality.

It will be down to the bare nakedness of blood and bone.

Then, the world will grow quiet and there will be a final flash,

because the coward survivors will not live on.

To create a new race of humans.

That was their problem.

Look into the the wormhole in the mirror and analyze the being before you.

Take off the make-up and clothes and the jewlery and what are you?

Sheerly nothing.

But a heart beat.

A single.

Heart.

Beating.

And that's why it'll end in blood,

because in the end,

that's

all

you

have.