At the end of the world, there was no explosions or rumblings,

No volcanoes erupting

No lightning striking.

No fire and blood to reign vengence down upon us all.

There was just the old country blessing us with rain, gentle loving rain.

There was no judgement of right or wrong doings by angels or Gods.

There were just doings.

No justice scale for Anubis to weigh our heart against a feather.

For in the end we were perfect, with hearts of wings.

There was no banality of evil.

There was just banality.

The banality of people standing together, weepimg in the rain.

For in the end, how could there be anything but peace.