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He had tried to warn them, again and again he had tried.
But they wouldn't listen, no-one would.
Who would be foolish enough to listen to an old man's warnings.
He looked around him, at all the disaster and destruction that lay before him.
And he gave a sneer.
Before him stood the ruins of the worlds once proud old houses destroyed.
Nothing stood here anymore, nothing good, nothing proud.
If you looked carefully enough into the ruins that once were schools, you could see the ghost like image of children looking back, out of gates which were locked and where the key was lost.
But they were just echoes of the past like a reflection mirrored back.
Staring back teasing him, mocking him.
As if it were somehow all his fault.
But it started hundreds of thousands of years before, even in the days of caveman.
People had destroyed each other.
So this was how it ended.
The world.
People killed the animals for furs and their own purposes not thinking that these animals were here before them.
They polluted the air and world so they could power their industries, for their own lusts and greed.
So the tree's had been chopped down, the water polluted.
The world had been destroyed.
By people in the end who had nothing else to destroy but themselves.
So it was their turn and they fell fast.
He was the only one survivor the only one left.
He gave out a scream of pain and anguish, then smiling as he realised there was no-one left to hear him.
He pulled the gun to his head and let off one shot and that was enough.
The world fell silent once more.
On the timeline of the world's history man came one second before New Year's Eve
But this one second was enough to destroy it.
The world was silent, ready for the New Year and Eternity.
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