April

I can see it all.

The downfall of men.

The inevitable destruction

of all we once

held close.

There is nothing we can do,

but watch.

Watch as all the hope,

comforts,

and dreams,

crumble away and fade

into ash

and dust.

So we press on.

Living,

but never truly alive.

We are running,

marching,

with rifle in hand,

toward the 

End.

All of this done

for the love

of greed,

Killing, 

for silver to line the Overseer's 

gold

filled

pockets.

Yes.

I can see it all.

I can see

the End.