Everything Is Gonna Be Alright by Jonathan Moon

Everything Is Gonna Be Alright

Seers and priests argue their premonitions of disaster and prophecies of doom with murderous vigor as plans are set in motion. Destiny hangs thick in the air an electric chaos the great kingdom breathes. Everything is gonna be alright.

Thousands of bones have been unearthed in the field, discovered by children at play. They say they will build a tower with them all and it will reach into the heavens. Everything is gonna be alright.

The old king was set ablaze and he burned without a word. His ashes are the color of autumn leaves. Everything is gonna be alright.

A communal fear of the future, so kingless and grim, grips the people. They’ve taken all the children, the future, to the largest temple and set it ablaze in honor of their immolated king. Everything is gonna be alright.

The shaman has turned on his people, cramming lies in their ears and poisons down their throats. Many die but the survivors boast scars on their souls and trust. Everything is gonna be alright.

The prince dove on his sword rather than face this dark new day. His power-mad generals usher forth chaos and war as they battle for his abandoned crown. Everything is gonna be alright.

The queen has been raped by power-mad generals in their delirious quest for a prince of this dark new day. With her jeweled dagger she gives herself to Hell filled with the seed of evil men. Everything is gonna be alright.

The cities are all in ruin, crumpled stone and twisted metal, slippery with blackened ash. The villages are scorched patches of earth dotting devastated countryside. Everything is gonna be alright.

The people have carved out their eyes now, their reality too much too bear. The monsters have shown themselves, they’ve been here all along. Everything is gonna be alright.

The earth, she is bleeding, all of her rivers and oceans have turned to blood. The blind and mad are dancing now, tracking crimson footprints all over the ruins of the kingdom. Everything is gonna be alright.

The skies have turned black, forever tumultuous with the raging smoke from incessantly burning fires. The rain has turned to acid and it sizzles as it eats away flesh and bone and stone and ash. Everything is gonna be alright.

The great serpent has swallowed its tail. Everything is gonna be alright.



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