BACK TO THE NANCYS' AGAIN

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When doom comes knocking on your door, you should only hope it didn't come delivering. Destruction and annihilation, what makes these words scary? Is it the cause or the effect? Surely, must be the fear of being .....'Destroyed'?

Whatever the reason, I could only watch till my eyes almost popped out at the scene of the world ending, bridges would collapse without bomb explosions, buildings would tear down and the ground only sinks into nothingness, crumbling into vanity. Kids were being pushed away by their parents, what were lovers? Friends? Siblings...those words were mere illusion that cleared away in the face of mortal fright.

The heroes and brave ones were those who accepted everything with a smile on their faces as if it was a work of art, a 'masterpiece'. They looked calm on the surface but deep down, they feel fear....fear for the excruciating pain that awaits them at death... anxiety for what happens next after death.... and helplessness, more than naught. Resistance wa