Armageddon’s Final Mic Drop

Society’s radio is cranked to one decibel below bedlam. Radiant voices wail grace, while others—rusted with ruin—slow progress to a standstill. Day by day, this soundtrack grows louder, angrier. Haters and political obfuscators drum decent citizens to dust, while madmen—fingers on nuclear buttons—threaten to release bombs like Armageddon’s final mic drop. Meanwhile, in the grand and groovalicious beyond, some cosmic mother wonders how we’ve turned society’s soul song into such a heap of blood and bones. She spins the radio dial, tunes out all our white noise. Hopes humanity can one day compose a sweet and enduring pop song of peace.


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