A simple field trip turned sour when the sirens of mass destruction sounded. The world was to an end. But not by your typical end of the world outlook, no tsunamis, no tornadoes, no massive volcanoes arising. But the humans the inherited Earth had suddenly lost all sense of reason.…
And they sang a new song before the throne and before the four living creatures and the elders. And no one could learn the song except the one hundred forty-four thousand who had been redeemed from the earth. - Revelation 14:3
The prompt for today was to translate a poem (which I did, it's on my Tumblr) but I figured since it isn't my poem that it wouldn't be right to post it on Booksie. So I wrote an alternative one about completion.
That's all, see you next year!