Another day. Another sunrise. Same old thing. Same old hustle and bustle. Same old routine. Living their lives in oblivious bliss. Every single one of them. Choking and killing and smothering themselves in the name of existence. They judge and murder one another, while choking their sky and festering like a plague.

SUFFOCATE.

They all knew their day would come, though it was not considered an important matter. So after centuries of feeding off one another, they threw up their hands with God.

"What kind of God is this?" they asked. "What kind of God would let us consume ourselves, to let us wither away in a sea of our own creation?"

And they moved on with Their lives, in the name of existence.

SUFFOCATE.

And their day came and passed, though it was not important. Their sky opened up and flooded their planet. Almost every shred of existence was drowned out, yet they moved on with their lives. They rebuilt their world, and their cycle of sin was started anew. So they laughed in the face of God.

"THAT was all you had God? THAT was your Armageddon? We will persist God, We will persist in the name of existence."

SUFFOCATE.

But a second day came, this one without warning. Another day. Another sunrise. Dark clouds blocked out their sunlight, and horrific winds shook the foundations of the tallest buildings. It began to rain again, and with the rains came madness. They feasted upon one anothers flesh, and burned their own villages to the ground. Along with rain came fire. Hell rained from the sky, and hell raged on the surface of their earth. Blizzards and lightening and hail. Thunder shook and cracked glass. And when the earthquakes came, and the ground opened up, and the demons poured out, they knew their day had finally come.

SUFFOCATED.

Another day. Another sunrise. The earth has been purged in holy fire. All of its sinners lay dead. None had survived existence.

Suffocated by their own existence.

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