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Jul
17
Monkey
I tried to stop the holocaust. To appeal to the man he used to be, the man history remembered him as. But that man is gone now. In hindsight, I don\'t know if he was ever there. Hatred was the only thing left in his shrunken heart. A mad desire to destroy everything and trod the radioactive dust beneath his sandals.

I have no cities to burn. My saving grace. We circle the world\'s oceans in our sea wolves, hidden beneath the ash-choked waves. Never pausing, always moving. We dive deep to scoop crustaceans and microbial sludge from the abyss to render into nutrients. Our torpedo bays have been converted into hydroponics and a saline filter in the reactor room provides potable, if sometimes irradiated water. This is how we exist. Our children have never seen the sun and I doubt their grandchildren will either, if indeed anyone is still around to sire children in that bleak future He created.

The land, what little still remains, belongs to Him. Our radios still pick up the automated broadcasts from the few towers that still stand. A ceaseless echo of the world before and the world during. But nothing from the after. We dare not approach the coastlines to see if anyone still lives. We are so few now and every loss is a knife in our hearts. The few islands we pass are flooded and dead. If the great landmasses resemble those sodden tombs, then I cannot imagine even India still exists as a functioning state.

But he is still out there. I hear his deranged voice on the radio and in my dreams. His insane threats, his hypocritical diatribes. He hates me for existing and would strangle the life from me with his withered hands if he could. I don\'t know what made him this way. What tiny part of him broke and made him into a monster. If I could reverse the clock, I would have scoured the land and sea with my brave toa and destroyed him while he was still feeble and tender. Anything to undo this ceaseless nightmare.

I pray to Maui and the forgotten skies that one day he perishes under the crushing tide of entropy. Let his hate finally choke him. Let the sands bury his stolen monuments and erode his ruined cities. Let the rain cleanse the radiation and let life spring forth in the waters and the land. And let us be there to emerge from these steel vessels. Let these submarines be our arks, not our coffins.

Damn you for destroying the world. Damn me for letting you. Damn us for damning creation. Maui save us all.
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