Prophecy

'the best of seers is he who guesses well' Euripedes: fragment Like panicked wildebeest we are gathering momentum toward annihilation. Only the old will be saved this terrible fate, for they have outlived their uselessness. The nuclear button is pressed and nothing can stop the journey. It will end in cataclysmic glory, when the air stifles, rivers clog, trees die, and children mutate into brainless beings. See. The cloud on the horizon grows with the thundering of a billion hooves. It's getting closer. No. There's nowhere left to run. It has begun; And you, ignored the warnings.