Elder-Less Earth

Never thought I'd live long enough to see a holocaust. A holy slip of land whittled into a divining rod for carnage and death. The footsteps of Jesus filling with blood and moral decay. Perfect words lost in the throat of scorched earth days. If the elders weren't busy {slaughtering each other gleefully}. Their children would be playing hide and seek, amongst the olive trees. There would be instantaneous peace...for the first time in history. No more boots on the ground or purge in the air... Only the sound of merry, going round and round without a care.