Catacombs of Chaos

Catacombs of Chaos
As I rest in the catacombs of my own soul, suffering and disease envelope me. As the rain pierces through the atmosphere, it is as though Satan’s wrath is being unleashed upon humanity. Our pistols positioned towards the scourge of the human race, every breath we take includes the spores of their infection, which sicken us. The everlasting war between our ancestors’ fuels worldwide chaos and vengeance is wearing us thin. Just as clockwork does the sun, the screams of humanity begin once again. A legend reveals the tale of Apollyon, a valiant angel of the Almighty who was drawn into Satan’s web against his will. Apollyon was said to be at the foot of the cross when Christ was crucified, begging for mercy. Like Apollyon, I fear that my soul is as black as death and that I have been seduced by the vengeance and revulsion of war. The screams of women and children encircle my contiousness while I remain silent and justify their deaths over centuries of futile feuds...