Screaming Silent Lies

Originally for the end of the world as we know it competition

Empty fields and burned husks of corn, babies dying before their born bodies torn and broken, left where they were killed, the buzzing silence of flies stretches too deep to ever be filled. The feasting of the vermin is a sight too wretched to imagine, once we shunned them and now they evict us.the rats burrow inside while crows prefer eyes, supper screaming silent lies with their faces twisted in a rictus, casualties of random not enough cause and too much effectology, unstoppable because of superior technology, It proved too much temptation to remove each other from the equation. The meek did not inherit, nor did anyone else of any merit. Instead we bled, spent bullet after bullet till turned the whole world red and now there's no room in hell so we lie here waiting, stuck in the one we grew up hating and know so well