the end of all things

A wave of self pity mocks the nation. An ominous cloud of dark resentment hangs over the people. Greed and hatred pierce their way through the clouds, as lightning, and acidic, sour rain lashes the soaked backs of the country's children. Bitter streams of murderous thoughts ooze their way through dimly lit, heavily-smoked streets. Dark eyes glance from beneath the dark hood, and a dark smile slowly appears; revealing sharpened, bloodstained teeth, and a forked tongue. The end is come.