Misery has sent many souls Hell. They condemn
themselves; a mournful cry comes from their place
of unrest. They cry for what they wanted in life and
did not get, they could not be satisfied with what they
had, misery prevailed. They have helped destroy the
In the beginning there was cold, unceasing and
relentless rain, there seem to be a mutation of the earth
as the decades went forward with minds unchanged.
Days were heavy with hail, turbid waters mixed with
cold and snow, fiery had a tight hold on the waters that
covered the earth, still many humans could not see the
doom and darkness upon the earth.
Their souls are putrid, the soil of the earth is foul, above
them the ravens swarm in and out of the acid sky, the
beast of the earth roams follow grounds. Each of those
misery humans fell to the ground gathering handfuls of
soil casting it into the hollows of the earth. They now
know that gluttonous greed will bring rancid air and their
belly’s growl like the beast of the night with hunger.
There are many who tried to save Earth, they toiled in the
dead ground and prayed for blessings, they watch the
writhing shadows of misery, it was too late. Everyone hungry,
cold, uncomforted, everyone will die for the mistakes of few.
The waters both salty and fresh began to dry, cracks became
vast and deep. The land was soft and filled with bugs and worms.
The air clogged their lungs they cried and they prayed it was
too late. Those who did not believe that one day we would destroy
the Earth now became sinful spirits living in irrevocable doom.
There are those that believed the earth was being destroyed,
there are those who tried to find a resolve for these worldwide
conditions. To those that did not believe the earth was dying,
became accusers living in great pain. Warnings from the sinners
were no more than strange words, there is no way that we can
reach perfection on earth, it is too late. It is not too late to resolve
misery’s problems, we must cease our downward path and heal