Torn from my dark heart

This day shall see the rise of a new power. Rivers will run red. The sky will darken. Old women will use air freshener as mouth wash. The ground will dry and crack, and demons will emerge.

From what depths they climb we will not know. They will carry with them the hopes, dreams, and fears of all mankind. Like fire their arrows will fall upon the populous. Men and women running and screaming. There will be no hope for man. Valentine's day is upon us. Pray to whom you must few will make it out alive.