The Quagmire of my Discontent: The Apocalypse of WeeSaul - Abondon all hope, ye who enter here!!!

With a firebox of hatred and a furnace full of fears.
If you ever heard its sound or seen its blood-red broken frame,
Then you heard my voice a-singin' and you know my name...

'Tis a wondrous night that has me so amazed at the spectacle of it. Far off in the distance I can hear the roar of a train as it passes through valley beyond the hill. And is the whistle blowing as it passes through the small town. I know this train, I know it well. I know all the trains having grown up on the opposite side of the hill. There were many nights that I would sit upon my parents back porch and just listen to the trains as they thundered along their tracks, heading towards Pittsburgh or heading towards Johnstown. I would sit and listen to the rhythm of the wheels upon the joints in the track as I stared off into the distance at some unseen place a million miles away...

I still have vivid memories of the night when the train derailed just a mile from the house when the screams of steel upon steel rang through the night. I could feel the instant that the cars destroyed the foot bridge that I had used so many times in the past, I could imagine being at war with the rumble of shells falling just outside my trench. I remember driving down to see what had happen, to see if I could help those who may have been injury or suffering from shell shock, fortunately my services where not required for no a drop of blood was shed - the enemy's attack was unsuccessful though they eventually won the war...

Alas, the defeat was thorough and complete. The foot bridge was never rebuilt. The trains run far less frequently since that day for two lines were removed - never to be replaced. And the sounds of the train are heard far less since then much like the sounds of the train that started this now are fading into the distance and will eventually fade into just a memory...

And all I have left are my memories of the war and these too will soon fade into nothingness...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...