The Test

I have never believed, not for one moment, that what they did to us was anything other than a test.

“Who is this they?” you ask.

“Who would be so sick, so demented?” you ask.

“Who set off one thousand and fifty four nukes?” I answer. Do you still not see, that those who could not find the answer that they sought in one nuke, still had not found it after so many.

And still they think to disturb the balance of nature, something so beyond our small minds. They have still not learned that what they try will be the ruin of us. Or have they?

To this day they still lie. To this day they still experiment, playing God with our future.

This gain of function is the devil’s work. There is only one possible reason for doing this thing, and we’ve already seen the outcome.

Now that little garden gnome is trying pitifully, to cover his tracks. But the truth won’t stay buried. His days of freedom are numbered, his decades of misdeeds will be his epitaph.

Yet they still hold all the power, and all the control. Their next test is waiting in the wings. Ready to kill even more.

Their depravity knows no boundaries.