The wind howls, darkness sets in, rodents rise out of slumber. Horses stampede. The uprising has begun.

The sky rains pellets with the bad smell of revenge. Gravity’s lost its grip. Your wrist has no pulse.

The jets spin like gnats in the firmament. Populations migrate to the sea.

Large-scale repentance, snake oil and cremation. Offerings of stale bread and fish.

The rooster crows and the spider glides down its web.

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