Death, I think not

The trenches are beginning to take shape, its now or never, are we going to fight or is death humanitys faith?

I cannot comprehend what I've seen in my dreams, a twenty first century alien invasion with one goal, to exterminate our souls. 

It begins with missing men, workers with there tools not ringing in, finally found in a field digging themselves to death, there eyes, lifeless. 

Its foggy, unclear, I'm shrouded in fear 

Industries closing down, power cables ripped from the ground, the economy cracks and bleeds falling from our hands it seems so surreal I choose not to believe 

I'm wading through broken glass

I'm not going to accept the vision's I have kept, the chaotic scenes, the children's screams as there mothers and fathers lie dead in the earth. 

I wake up from this nightmare and go to work

Work, were I forget about my wandering mind but as I pass by and stare into the sky, I look down to see workers digging the ground, there eyes, lifeless. 

The blood drains from my face, did I wake up? Is this real? Yes, I am about to die, my daughter, she is all that runs through my mind

I love you grace, please take me from this place

Frantically I look around for some angel, some god willing to help or a soldier, with a gun. 

No

I can feel the aliens skin and taste its breath, a quick death I beg of it, its spear penetrates my soul and darkness falls. Darkness, but no death....