Time ticks slowly

As much as I don’t want it to be true, it is.

Time is running out. Soon we will all be one of the Fallen.

There’s nothing we can do to stop it. Its arrival feels rushed, but at the same time—too far away.

I knew I shouldn’t have done what I did. It was a foolish mistake and I now knew to never do it again. But what difference would that make? Time was running out, moving closer and closer to the finish line.

If I could have changed one thing, it would have been that I had never existed. If I had ceased to exist, the world would be peaceful still. Like it was before my time. When the trees were clouds of green, when the sky and air was clear, when there wasn’t the constant danger of extinction of the human race looming over our heads. But that can’t happen now. It’s too late, I betrayed my earth and the people of my homeland will pay. 

Time seems to tick slower as the count down begins.

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