CHILDREN. They're FAAAAN-TASTIC.
Hey, children are our future, don't you know? Children are -
SWEET BILLOWING FAT MAN! I MEAN ... LORD ALMIGHTY.
The mouth of HELL has opened and set its minions upon the earth! They will crush our bones to make their bread and our innards will be used to dress it! Do you not understand the implications? Our children are really masquerading devils! In disguise! Don't let these creatures fool you!
THIS is our future!
LOOK! See? They're already planning their domination! Look at this child! He's replaced his entire body from the bottom of the ribcage downward with some sort of unholy mechanical death dispenser. Note the black-headed, thin, white-bodied, ghouls that emanate from the machine's base. They are coming to corrupt are very way of life and take away from us all that is good and wholesome!
Children and their surgically attached death-machines. An all too common sight.
Dear GOD in the heavens above, why for can not our eyes unsee that which we have seen.
We cradled them in our arms while they will only cradle us in the thick, acidic, orange pools of
HELL from whence they came. They will watch us burn while they lick their lips in glee. Lord have mercy on us all.
It's face crawls with ghostly images from the netherworld.
I've highlighted some of the demons present in this image.
A seedy image if I ever saw one. What is this jaundiced child up to with that radio machine? Surely he is cranking up some of that Heavy Metal Devil music with their Marilyn Mansons and their Slipknots to corrupt American family values.
Truly a harbinger of the apocalypse
A giant demon spawn feasts upon the eviscerated entrails of the Good and Righteous people.
If this isn't an omen of things to come, then I don't know what is.
Look at how cold and desolate everything is. Everyone is so far away from one another and occupied with their own private activities. The mother is in the back, completely oblivious to the goings-on about her home ... the boy on the left presumably disposing the remains of the father of the household into the fireplace ... and the other child ... that other child ... smiling peacefully to himself and slowly stretching and closing the accordion to the rhythm of his lord, Satan's beating heart.
Alright. I can't do this anymore. If you aren't completely convinced by this, then I don't know what will. When these creatures run amok and deface civilization as we know it and you're running around in wide-eyed terror wondering how this could have ever happened, I don't want to have to tell you that I told you so. Consider yourselves warned.
Now excuse me, I have to go change my pants. - Impar
