The year is 2031.  The nuclear arms race has been resurrected and is rearing its ugly head far beyond anything experienced by previous generations. 

     This time around every nation on Earth has weapons of mass destruction and there are no allies as had been the case previously.  It's every country for itself, settling differences through rockets and missiles to satisfy the politics and ideologies of those in power on both sides of the fence.

     A gunfight at the O.K. Corral magnified a million times. 

     The annihilation, a holocaust, on planet Earth is in progress!

     The following account is but an example of what is being forced on individuals who are pawns on the chessboard of impending extinction.  Read with an eye towards the possibility that prophecy is at long last being fulfilled.

The command has come!

It's a done deal!

I must unlock fail-safe

And expose launch button!

It's my duty, my responsibility

To push the red square blob

That will send missile over sea

To obliterate city containing

Numerous people who will die

Fried like burgers on a grill!!

Men, women and children will

Never know what hit them

The snake that bit them

With nuclear venom, O what hell

War can be!

They're enemy, we're told,

But I feel cold

Not hot with malice

For palace I don't know,

But it's a-goin' so

Flying grim reaper

Is on its way.

I feel strange inside,

My soul just died!!!

O God how can I live

With myself? I feel

Like blowing my brains out

I want to shout

So loud my lungs rupture

Releasing guilt within

My very shell of existence

Insisting I die

By drowning in my tears!

I will go insane

Throughout eternity

Hearing echo in my tomb,

Screams screeching in my ear.

Steering me into hell

Where I must dwell

In cursed doom—

O God

The echo in my tomb!

                         He who has no remorse has Satan for a soul!—old proverb

     You have just read what may be a soliloquy surpassing Hamlet's mournful wail. Imagine, if you will, a barren planet that is incapable of regeneration.  If you can, picture a ghost of a man with a funny little mustache raising a banner bearing the once-feared symbol of a swastika.  Now picture that man grinning just prior to his release of “Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

     Simply remember the admonition, “History repeats itself when lessons fail to be learned!”

     Enough said!