text of my authorship THE EDEN OF GOOD 1465 the desolate streets and screams everywhere, houses looted and dead in droves rising from the ground. Simply a gruesome scene of terror, death and pain. Wealthy families succumb to the fierce onslaught of walkers, sinners, blasphemers and arrogant, against a poor people. The reapers arrived there after an act of death and pain to a lady and her unborn infant, the root of an act of sin by the monarch of the town. Just when the last drop of blood was spilled, and the heart stopped beating, La Paz ended there. The dead rose from their tombs, after an unprecedented lightning, death invaded the town and a black cloud cursed for all eternity that space of land of sin and pain. The punishment was given by an old mountain shaman, the last of his race heading for extinction by the effect of mass extinction. Now it remains to suffer and die, the unjust will succumb and the just will continue to stand. And so was the man's prayer, in the town until the last sinful man did not fall, the demons did not rest. It was something sinister, viscera, limbs, severed heads, it was a Dantean feast, it was something demonic, the last to fall was the priest who tried people by the hand of the monarch, the end had come and the priest locked in the church thought he was safe, however, God had already abandoned him, and his end was written in letters of blood. After the bloody march passed, the town was rebuilt and this dark time was behind us, goodness was born and the town grew, the unjust were devoured and this town was called the "Eden of Good".