Notes on the Apocalypse: Chapter 2
As the world burns, I find myself wondering: what's the point of it all? The polar ice caps are melting, the oceans are rising, and the weather is just plain weather now.
The year is 2025, and I'm still waiting for someone, anyone, to take action. The prophets of old were always right, but nobody listened. I'm no different, it seems. I just hope I don't get too old before the apocalypse.
Prophets of the Past were always more accurate than the scientists of today. I mean, who needs facts when you've got science?