The World Falls Into Pits of Despair
Mass destruction is happening on a global basis.
People are dying, killing, maiming, hurting.
Sheila is determined to finish her masterpiece.
Her love for her creation is on fire; she is in a frenzy.
The chords and notes she plays are chilling.
They are dangerous and provocative.
Striking terror in the hearts of those who still have a soul.
There is something ominous and frightening about her song.
Her fingers hit the keys with purpose and resolve.
She has left her body, and is watching it now, go on without a soul.
Some empaths have figured it out. Hair stands up on their necks.
The world is falling into pits of despair, yet her soulless body plays on.
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