Radio report:
The bridge is gone.
There is no escape.
The engine\'s roar
is getting close
to our forlorn place.
I could see no options
but to wait for our fate.
I was afraid.
You held my hand.
Shooting stars
falling down.
They brought fear and death.
Thunderclaps
dismissed the class.
Shushed the innocent.
My fists clenched in black rage.
My vision turned red.
I grabbed the rifle.
You held me back.
Radio waves
brought the pain
with the announcer\'s voice,
painting the picture
of destruction,
of what was once my home.
I was overwhelmed by shivers
as I lost familiar walls.
The light was gone.
You held me close.
Static noise
cut the voice
as the spire fell.
The holy fresco
crumbled down,
to the sound of bells.
God wouldn\'t reach this place,
His face was turned away.
He left Adam.
Only Eve stayed.