Justice moving over old trails of Apollo's chariot.
Marking the way in the sky for a predecessor to take what was lost
In the museum of old there are the treasures of long lost kingdoms.
Among the walls are paintings and scriptures of spells washed away.
The suns' blazing rays slices like a knife through an orange.
Splashing juices in the eyes of Earth.
A stinging feeling in the eyes of the forgotten and burned.
Pasts continue to corrode and the present plane crushes the pillars.
We stand up and the tidal waves fall like when Moses released the Red Sea.
The foam pushing us up to the surface.
A heavy gush of air crushes our chests and kills us in an instant.
All is calm, the sun and the moon alternating positions.
Silver eyes watch over the serenity of the life sleeping eternally.
Caressing the skin smooth as silk.
A wondrous and mysterious planet.
As the sun rises and the earth shakes violently.
Volcanoes spew black lava.
Burning all in its path, leaving nothing to chance.
The sky turns red, exploding and red tears fall from rips exposing the navy blue-black star-filled space.
Lifeless energy falls into our atmosphere like a waterfall.
The earth shakes, shivering in a cold sweat.
Mountains spilt open, revealing old temples and cities of marble.
An astonishing view from above, but not for long.
The mountain crumbles with one shiver, sending boulders into the old streets shattering irreplaceable treasures.
Debris flies up, boulders continue into the ground.
More wounds, black lava spews out.
The earth bleeds and screams in pain.
Then all is quiet.
The wailing of the earth shakes us to our knees.
But then it's gone.
The ocean spits up red blood, flesh and bones.
A tidal wave of revenge.
Years of planning gone in an instant.
On the trails of Apollo's chariot there is blood...
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