Angry Mob Justice - The Acacia Strain

Beautiful day

You would hardly notice all the disease

And we are all to become desperate

As desperation is grounds for remorse

And suddenly everything else bows down in comparison

When the blast wave hit

The impact burned paint from the walls onto their skin

Inadvertently mixing new hues of green and blue that would never be seen again

Human ash fell like snow as winter began around the world

Clouds covered every inch of the earth

As the survivors came out of whatever holes they found

And the sun ceased it’s shine

Radiation coupled with toxic fumes strangled whatever was left alive

And now the real horror begins

This is when they begin to think