Zero Hour

This is my final entry. Not because I am dead or dying, all though I very well might be. Nay, I'm just done. Nobody will ever read this. I stand on top of the building hearing the screams and seeing the fires illuminate the street, and I'm responsible for all of this. Me. I'm laughing. Why? I don't know, I'm deeply confused. I think it's because I'm happy and I did something. I ended the world. I ended the world! They never said I could do anything! I look out at the sunset, and it's a blood red color. It's like the shade of the Earth after its sins have been brought to its surface. This is its reckoning, and the world shall know me as an invisible Satan. In my hand is a vial, an empty vial. Below me are men that are hungry. They eat their own children, who have no idea what is going on, screaming as the hug they expect is going gorily awry. They are the most confused, but their wives and husbands are just in terror. They leave the children behind. I am the Boogeyman. I am God.