After America; He now walks among those soulless persons whom he passed daily on the streets, but now in the Day of the After America, there is even more Hell to come! Yet, an offer of Mercy gone unheeded, and a love departed; so it is done!
Prophetic, He now walks here; in The Day of the After America
(1) How doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people! how is she become as a widow! she that was great among the nations, and princess among the provinces, how is she become tributary!
(2) She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks: among all her lovers she hath none to comfort her: all her friends have dealt treacherously with her, they are become her enemies.
Below in a first person, we find a lone individual walking
Prophecy: The Day of the After America
I walked slowly down the street. I felt the same, but things were different. In a moment, that still does not describe it. Yet as I moved down the sidewalk, there were billons of pieces of glass, mirrors, and buildings which were thrown down. I looked and saw a soul, deep socket eyes, very hollow; no expression. The look was as if I saw the very soul of this person, yet there was nothing. I passed them by, not noticing if the person were male or female. It was an expressionless, hollow, and terrified look which I beheld. As I walked, I passed another, then another. Then finally I saw a man; his eyes were tired, set in the same hollow sockets with his mouth gaped open. No tears, nothing; was this shock. It must be as I continued walking.