Pastoral (Buldozer)

First the skies turned red and orange. People thought the Lords judgement was upon us. Kings and emperors hid away in fear. Everyone forgot about us and the war. We laid down the flags and waited. Then came the heat. Fires consumed the world. Roaring wind carried the ashes far and wide. For years the colour green became a memory. The few survivors cherish it. Images of a world we used to know fill the sleepless nights. Trough the eyelids, a blurry streak and sparks as sharp as wolfs teeth. Counting sheep, like our mothers taught us, day and night. Midway through the 19th century the worlds civ...