We destroyed our own nations, prompted on by internal subversives, until our entire culture became an open grave in which the highest form of good became self-immolation.
These are not the times that segue into bucolic returns to nature amidst arboreal splendor.
These are the times before the coming of the long night that never ends, the residue of cobalt poisoning the soil, the water and the air. These are the terrible times, which if not shortened, would snuff mankind altogether.
Globalism was a name given to the noose we knotted for ourselves, promised paradise when we slipped it around our throats and stepped off the chair. It's not paradise that we will be getting.
The 21st century will see apocalyptic wars of such magnitude they will make WW1 and WW2 look like mere preludes.