A sea of sand under the risen sun

What possibilities lie under these dunes of gold?

The white wind whistles to mortals...

But is disobeyed.

Surely Pandora ’s Box didn’t exist under the sandy earth.

What more misfortune could possibly be bestowed upon the earth that hasn’t been already?

If the box of puzzles exists than surely it’s terrors have already been unleashed upon the world, manifesting in destruction.

But yet, under these sandy dunes reveal dark hearts, and in these skies, black suns.

The horrors of old worsen tenfold...

Ignored are those who give warning.

When sands washed away-

Pandora reveals her burning beauty and enslaves our souls.

Pride, Lust Gluttony...

Envy, Wrath, Sloth, Avarice...

Lay blame-

And those who wished death upon life... worry...

For destruction not seeks you yet.

Waiting, wanting...

Until the misery of our actions reveals itself in true form,

And those who seek us shall wither into madness,

Then shall their demise be recognised.

You executed yourself!

Your own man-made apocalypse!

Feeding off the heartless, to my hand,

Waves of fire burn flesh

For twilight be gone and dawn burst to life.

To be spared the sword but not the knife!

Kill your brother Cain but beware...

War... poverty and injustice will seek you.

Haunting you, wanting you,

Learning and living forgotten.

Men existing only as empty, lifeless shells.

Is that what you desire?

No?

Only sincere regret and reprimand

Will earn you back old earth,

To live as you were,

Faulty,

But alive,

And free to be alive.

The red sun rises again...