And I saw great beasts fly over the face of the land with great speed.
Passing over continents in minutes coming to deliver the death of entire peoples. As they dropped their eggs from on high which began to hatch into orange orbs that blossomed into beautiful black and red flowers like seeds growing treetops in an instant I heard a voice crying "Judgement". From up top I could see the clouds that they made and the dust that was generated was as great as a sea.
Then the bahemouths of the deep sent blossoming sprouts trailing smoke as they rose just below me. Their tails were as scorpions and in their heads carried the bite of destruction. All that man built in his glorious dreaming melted like the wax of a candle.
The ash black as night rolling like waves encombered my vision in an instant but the voices of anguish and agony pesisted and creshendoed till the angels held their ears.
When the dust cloud had settled I saw what remained was a waisteland of death and destruction. Like rats the survivors fed on each other and cursed the god of their creation .
The blood red sea sent out such a stench till my nostrals were a curse in themselves. As the birds that remained feasted on the remains sitting flightless bloated and diseased.
I heard a geat laugh from the keeper of death and he like the birds was ingorged.
His voice roared like thunder and bodies torn asunder with his force.
With my eyes full of tears from the smell and the loss I cried out "God,why let it be".
But the angels were leaving and the vision retreating.
The unfolding of what was foretold to be.
Passing over continents in minutes coming to deliver the death of entire peoples. As they dropped their eggs from on high which began to hatch into orange orbs that blossomed into beautiful black and red flowers like seeds growing treetops in an instant I heard a voice crying "Judgement". From up top I could see the clouds that they made and the dust that was generated was as great as a sea.
Then the bahemouths of the deep sent blossoming sprouts trailing smoke as they rose just below me. Their tails were as scorpions and in their heads carried the bite of destruction. All that man built in his glorious dreaming melted like the wax of a candle.
The ash black as night rolling like waves encombered my vision in an instant but the voices of anguish and agony pesisted and creshendoed till the angels held their ears.
When the dust cloud had settled I saw what remained was a waisteland of death and destruction. Like rats the survivors fed on each other and cursed the god of their creation .
The blood red sea sent out such a stench till my nostrals were a curse in themselves. As the birds that remained feasted on the remains sitting flightless bloated and diseased.
I heard a geat laugh from the keeper of death and he like the birds was ingorged.
His voice roared like thunder and bodies torn asunder with his force.
With my eyes full of tears from the smell and the loss I cried out "God,why let it be".
But the angels were leaving and the vision retreating.
The unfolding of what was foretold to be.
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