Time

The world is ending. We are the destroyers. Surrounded by machines. Plagiarized by evil human beings, comparing our selves to one another.

Young teenagers criticizing their every flaw following deep tunnels of depression. Young adults drowning in chemicals that poison their bodies and only temporarily numb the pain. Older generations shaking heads as they are thankful that they will not need to stick around much longer.

The world is ending and we are watching it crumble to pieces. Fuel to a fire, propane to heat, people to ashes, grass to skyscrapers. We are the generation of destroyers. We are the destroyers of all generations.