[ WP ] In 2050 the Rapture happens and the Apocalypse ravages earth . The colonies on the Moon and Mars are untouched by the events .

Goodbye, God, we said and goddamn we meant it. 
 
 Goodbye, too, brothers and sisters. Friends we never had and enemies we never made. Children ’ s hands we never held and lover ’ s lips we never kissed. 
 
 The world we left behind is a grey cemetery now. All ghosts we never knew. Like the Polaroid of a long ago vacation in someone else ’ s picture frame. 
 
 We don ’ t care. 
 
 Not our God. We ’ re in his Heaven dancing with celestial bodies. We kicked him out of his own party. Man was made to die in the dirt. 
 
 Well. They wanted to stay down there in their own hell. Serves them right. To Earth is to human.
