A meteor exploded into millions of fragments as it entered the earth’s atmosphere.
The black skies transformed into innumerable shooting stars as the light sources cascaded towards the ground.
The earth’s plates shifted slightly as tremors advanced from the Rockies to the Pacific Ocean.
Nature awakened from its peaceful sleep into a frenzy of organized confusion.
Flocks of doves gathered in strength and numbers as they migrated eastward.
Reaching their final destination they circled then settled on the capitol in Washington.
The sheer weight of these symbols of peace was more than the plantation owners could bear resulting in the collapse of that ill fated structure.
Next stop, the White House and the residence of the grand wizard himself.
Circling above these same perpetrators of justice and tranquility nestled in every vestige of this crumbling structure.
Air supply cut off and with no avenue of escape the warmongers perished under the suffocation of their own lies.
The ground stirred once more cutting off the supply of liquid blood to the black snakes causing them to wither and die.
Sensing security and freedom the buffalo unleashed their numbers hidden all these centuries from caverns and crevices deep within the confines of Mother Earth.
And the people danced.