pt 2.

Armageddon: Part Two
When she had been reborn, for the first time, the surviving civilization and remnants of that time had long prospered and forgotten.
as a parabola of collective eras of history cultivating and then collapsing into sleep.
This time, she was birthed like us, small and seemingly frail. But this did not change the depth of her power, or of her purpose.
Because our children cannot master speech at birth, or step or sleep, or calm, she could not.
but it was not so simply the danger of hunger, or developing the equilibrium to stand and join in the ever cascading generations of civil men.

she was the end.

and in little effort, with great misunderstanding of her motor ability's and that of the ripples of her minor details, a whole nation could fall into the black abyss of history.
into the hundred billion wombs that have formed quietly with their thumping intimate company, and their brief journey to death whom have no names.And in the moment she was upon us,from the womb itself,
Devastation came with her.
Because there is no story to her birth,
Only that they found her small and screaming in the center of a circle three miles in radius.No hospital, or fathers, no mother, or houses[whatever had been there before]it was fate that, even in her age, she be the one to destroyany human similarity, such as a guardianor a fountainhead to her origin, or of fond fastenings to humankind.
as for her previous existence, the many years she spent hiding in the sea,or her rein among the beasts of earth, or that of the tree that broke her,they accompanied her.this time they were not enveloped in memory,but programed as instincts, a primal protection from her elaborate existence.and she was loved.
it was a desperate reach into her acknowledgment,that the wind and the atmosphere would attemptto catch her eyes with a tsunami,a violent sky, or in aurora.and in its admirations, the sky would try and try its best to capture a rouge star for her.to burn and scar itself,just to plead its diligent devotion for her.and she was just as persevering in her unrequited interest.as she would spend her nights laying a field,rearranging stars with her fingertips.