I would shatter the sky if I could and rain glass down on everyone. Red glass like the sun, the moon and blood. I want to see black ashes and a dead landscape, a dead planet of red rock and bone-dust, a dark brown owl on a branch, a smooth stone to toss so it will fly away.
I want the digital lines to pulse and overflow with acid, to burn and sizzle like volcanic streams of pure terror. Inherit salvation as the mountains crumble and the lakes and oceans boil. I want to be the destroyer of destroyers, to bring an end to the pain I feel, to crush the Hated One, if thou beest he, you will die too.