The shadows last cast down will always remain a never ending exposure like a painting of torturous positions caused by premature death. Radiation vitrified stone covers littered pavement evidence of an obscene force. Orbital birds of prey circle aimlessly silhouetted, shouted by the back drop of the dripping blood moon. Rare celestial reflections of emotion waining lunations, collecting universal hatred until its core cannot withstand. Focused precise blasts of lunar oppression rains down on Gaia from above above us. Civilization in panic, throats hoarse from hours of screaming, evisceration. The oceans applaud and run a hideous red encasing the shores in a sheet of Earths own plasma. Eventual evaporation morphs the atmosphere into a crimson haze, soon even plant life will cease to breathe. Our closest brethren luna slowly reverts back as the plague has been passed. Equinox. (our closest brother, the age of blood is upon us). On going rotation the age of blood is upon the gown of Terra...