The shades of men stalked, malevolent, fearless, dragging monster-shadows behind them through the broken city.
A shadow’s dance, macabre, hollow echoes of men, chasing riotous beneath the cloud-cloaked sunlight.
They walked, ignored by navy-blue, black, grey sea of suits, Ignored by people too busy with the profane mundanity of the day-to-day to witness the holy war unfolding in the streets.
The shadow-men stalk the streets, while men of god lurk before broken altars, hidden away in crypts and their sepulchres, ignoring the clarion-call echoing, unheard, from the heavens.
The shadow-men stalk the streets, and the preachers’ messages go unheeded.
“The end is nigh! The end is nigh!”
The end begins, tonight.
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