We All Have Perished The walls come tumbling down and take with them all the history every written on them. All the untold tales that they witnessed and withstood wiped away as they fall. The world sets into motion a vicious scheme. Everyone dies in the end. Rain drops knock on the windows but there's no one to answer them. No more tears to help someone hide. No more barren wastelands to give #life to. The sky scoffs as the clouds try to take it over and when they finally do it just stands helpless. So majestic so mighty yet still so helpless. Everyone runs around trying to make sense of what is happening. But they turn to no one. No one because they never were anybody's in the first place. Indifference took the better of them and when they're purpose of #life was defeated the universe decided to finish them. To lay off the burden it had to bear for so long. And now the people yearn for a messiah, a deliverer. They search here and there, high and low but find no one. They wasted they're time searching for someone and never realised all they had to do was look inside themselves. The sun shined for one last time, the clouds cried for one last time, the flowers blossomed for one last time, the baby laughed, wind blew, thunder crackled, lightning flashed, the river drowned into the sea and the people were given one last moment to absorb everything around them for one last time. And everything fell into oblivion. All was lost. Just because of the selfish nature of humanity. And the earth they once knew, the people they once knew, the person they once thought was themselves, all evaporated into their sins. The universe was pure again.