The sky was aflame and the fields were full of scarecrows, all walking towards the cities with as much purpose as the burning air. Back then we knew so little we thought it was the end of the world and not the beginning, we thought we'd all die but now we know we were never truly born until that day.
At least that's what the government teaches us while we carry on the same lives we led before but under a deep red sky and with strange straw men among us. They don't speak, don't even think they can, but we don't speak to them just in case. I'd rather not think about what they might say.
There's a lot that's better left unexplored and unquestioned and the scarecrows are all of that. The burning sky is somewhat explainable as a permanent change in atmospheric pressure which was probably caused when an unnamed country detonated the mother of all bombs deep in the ocean.
We felt the shockwaves for days and the radiation has been reaching us in slow but steady increments. Maybe it brought the scarecrows to life, maybe they were alive to begin with and we just pretended we made them to protect our crops.
All we know now is that we are all born as new people under the burning sky and we are all as full of life as we are riddles with open sores, hair loss and blood dripping from somewhere on our bodies which are all gifts, not a curse or symptom of radiation sickness.
It's kinder to believe we are all just born than likely to live less than a year.
At least when we're gone, the scarecrows will inherit the earth.
I doubt they'd do a worse job than we ever did.
At least that's what the government teaches us while we carry on the same lives we led before but under a deep red sky and with strange straw men among us. They don't speak, don't even think they can, but we don't speak to them just in case. I'd rather not think about what they might say.
There's a lot that's better left unexplored and unquestioned and the scarecrows are all of that. The burning sky is somewhat explainable as a permanent change in atmospheric pressure which was probably caused when an unnamed country detonated the mother of all bombs deep in the ocean.
We felt the shockwaves for days and the radiation has been reaching us in slow but steady increments. Maybe it brought the scarecrows to life, maybe they were alive to begin with and we just pretended we made them to protect our crops.
All we know now is that we are all born as new people under the burning sky and we are all as full of life as we are riddles with open sores, hair loss and blood dripping from somewhere on our bodies which are all gifts, not a curse or symptom of radiation sickness.
It's kinder to believe we are all just born than likely to live less than a year.
At least when we're gone, the scarecrows will inherit the earth.
I doubt they'd do a worse job than we ever did.
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