I awoke to the sound of god crying.

His thunderous roar tore through the darkened fabric of the sky and lightning discharged from golden halos as they were severed from the heads of angels caught in the tumult of God's rage, thrashing through the heavens.

Without a halo, an angel dissipates into a mist that forms the clouds now hanging in the sky like the eyes of a beggar who has lost hope in the charity of man.

God collects these halos and slips them onto his fingers. A soldier's war decorations. With every new addition he shines brighter. Scientists have called it the effects of pollution, Global Warming. In fact, it is the byproduct of God's greed, God's discontent in his own creation. The same scientists thought of ways to patch the ozone layer, but it was large corporations that found the final solution, mended our gaping void and sealed the door to heaven.

They injected the sky with filth from the hypodermic needles of smokestacks protruding from the factories whose shadows fall like a blanket over the cities below. The world blinked and this filth formed a film that cast a darkness upon the earth. A fourth dimension of these very substances of darkness and filth lay over the ground like an encasing of ashes.

It is only through the destruction of his angels that God could ever cleanse the world. The healing substance of their purity rained down and everything was washed clean. That was before the incessant darkness. Before the rust and decay crept into our homes, and over the streets. Even the most statuesque buildings have been distorted into obscurity. The most beautiful treed lanes have transmuted to menacing corridors of twisted branches. A plague of shadows has gripped the world, bleeding the colors from its desiccated facade.

We keep on living although the world has died. The mist of the angels still falls but is no longer able to cleanse the earth.

It does not wash away the grime, but amasses with it, amalgamating into puddles of mud. The watery corpses of fallen angels, their final resting place desecrated by the cruelty of the world, never to return to their palace in the sky.