Walking into the dark room

Out of the light

Of the world that isn't ours

Next door is the bomb shelter

But we couldn't be bothered to go in

In a circle we sit

The room dim, the candles are alight

Voices fill the room

They are not ours, but our lips are moving

Strange incantations

Around us, brighter than the heavens

As we chant:

"Freedom to those who live and breathe

May they live in peace, I hope."

The words flow and continue

But the room darkens again

Explosions break the silence outward

Eyes closed, we remain seated

The chant quickens, and morphs:

"Protection to those who cry and mourn

May they bleed in silence, I hope."

The candlelight dances and spins

Screams fill the room

They escape our lips

But the chant continues

The room itself no longer of this world

Our souls drift on the edge of existence

As the words turn to screams:

"DEATH TO THOSE WHO MURDER AND DECEIVE

MAY THEY SUFFER IN FLAME, I HOPE."

The world falls into blackness

Millions die by the second

Land burns and crumbles away

Ashes of life disappear

Good and evil are annihilated

And the chant echoes:

"Destruction to those who brought about the death of innocence. In apology we pray.

…Amen."