Bloodlands





I am lost and sickened. Disoriented by this bleak environment,

 how I came to be here escapes my memory. This is a desert, 

deep scarlet grains. Stretch the horizon and the sickly brown sky. 

Gale force winds pepper my face. The sand tastes foul, the sand 

tastes like blood. Savagely cruel, barren expanse, the atmosphere, 

a caustic fog. Every breath reminds me of pain. Dust of dried blood 

filling my lungs. On the horizon I see a chasm, a distant pulse begins

 to beat. Suddenly a flash, a spectre of the past. Vision of mass murder,

 torrents of blood. The vision quickly ends, the wasteland still beckons,

 plodding toward the chasm, I hear the rushing liquid. My mind cannot 

conceive the massacre I behold. An infinite river of cadavers, buoyant in

 their own blood. Vertigo engulfs my brain as my body fails and drops.

 A million corpses staring. Straining to survive, limbs flailing in the blood. 

Grapple with headless bodies, Hands of the dea are pulling me downward, 

drowning in this river. Intestines are alive, like tentacles they choke. 

Situation hopeless, I submit to the fury of the river. Paralyzed with terror, 

thousands of their thoughts are entering my mind. Conscious on their level, 

every tortured death is experienced at once, droening in their anguish. 

Ordeal of their deaths now saturates my brain. Vengeful corpses shrieking. 

Genocide, genocide, genocide, genocide.