This was written in a bitter moment, and is short and can be considered an incomplete thought. The capitalization of certain words is deliberate personification.

"It came in swift, shocking silence in the waning hours of the day; the waning hours of our home. No warning, no reason, no sound. The air itself rippled visibly, bloated spheres of pure light expanding over what was once civilization, leaving only stripped soil in their wake, not even dignifying humanity with a scorch or burn to signify its destruction. Simple earth and stone, naked before the consuming light. Death. Not the death of a simple life, but Death. The Death of all that the dreams of men had built through sweat and blood and hope. Merciless and Apathetic Death who deigned not even to cast an eye on that which it erased from even the memory of existence."