The massive fields of mud filled with the muddy, now only realizing how filthy they have become over the years, will fill the ends of earth with the noise of many squirming to get out of it. Funny thing about mud, you can struggle all you want to get out of it...but it is always easier if you ask for help! So they shall ask and scream for help and even when it comes..their trial shall not be over. They will have to bear with the whole world looking at just how tarnished their souls are. Those humble enough will ask for water to cleanse themselves...others will run once they have been pulled out of the muddy pit. They will leave behind their cars, their jewels, even their lovers as they run to hide from all the world. But hey shall find themselves in the mud once again...and having run so fast away from others, they shall have no one to rescue them this time.
That which we trample on, litter on shall consume us. The mud from which we came shall reclaim us back. Take back what belongs to it...for all we have done is take from it and "own" it, own one another, own people...and even try to own the skies!
The edifices constructed, the statues mounted, the flags hoisted, and our pillars of worship shall all come down...and go down with those who hold on to them so dear.
Their treasure shall be their jailer...and this shall continue until the very last one is in bondage.
And together shall they sink below...and not to be spoken of for one thousand years.
