Barren is the city on this dreadful day.
Sulfur skies greet the masses who arrive in horror; a look of melancholy grief plastered on their useless faces, standing like statues during this time of urgency. Ambulances try in vain to access any survivors; a once city of lights completely leveled produces rubble that litter the streets. Let the sky return to its original shade of teal blue, let the roads of change and fortune return to their former glory, let the people of this glorious city return in a homecoming filled with vengeance against them. A surplus of innocent men, women, and children who once roamed.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see them. Two gallant villains are battling with one another. Each blow brings about autumn as every strike leaves a unique shade of red. Walls stained with the blood of gods. One by one a great structure has toppled akin to dominoes within a child's playset. A cloud of dust floods street corners leaving those buried alive gasping for breath as the Lord's own angels turn in deniability.
The crash rings in what seems like every ear of the world, like a thunderous clap by the hands of God. Perhaps it will not be the tide that wipes out humanity, but an unforgiving inferno. An aura of heat permeates every inch of suffocating air, the stench of rotting human flesh consumes me, a sight and a smell that would rival the deepest depths of hell. I call upon his omnipotence, what have we done to deserve this?
Who is to save such a hopeless cause? If there existed a level below inferior, the human race would most certainly be that but twofold in comparison to these aliens. We have become the natives of land perceived as savage by a group of superior wealth, knowledge, and strength. We are but lowly insects to them, clinging onto their backs as if to our own mothers bosom. Earth is nothing more than a dog inhabiting the fleas that are the human race. How incompetent we were to adopt these strangers into mankind, how stupid we were. For all we know, there could be more of them. Each more powerful than the last.
To the world, I say this, do not send help. It is futile to do battle with these high flying, super strengthed, murdering monsters. Save yourself, and all those you hold dear. We have entered a new era of obedience and submission. Please...
NO REINFORCEMENTS.
Very creative!
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