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Apocalypse Day |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Apocalypse Day As I opened my eyes, the day rushed in, how sunny and beautiful and devoid of sin. Lawnmowers running. Children’s voices at play and a breeze off the coast this weekend’s Saturday. I waved at my neighbors, Sam, Ernie and Mack. They busied with yardwork but smiled and waved back. I looked for my car keys. The cupboard was bare. But what was this something I sensed in the air? An eerie, gut wrenching thickness of black… Wait! That’s when I heard it, a lightning crack. I raised my head. The neighbors did too. Our attention was riveted like nails in glue. Then Boom! The Sun darkened. The Moon turned red. An immense Gate appeared, scraping sky with dread. We looked up trembling, not knowing what to say. Who thought such a Saturday would be Judgement Day! The Gate blasted open as if punched with a fist. Thru black smoke rode the First Horseman of the Apocalypse; gold crown, arrows flying from his Bow Archer’s hand on a white horse, Jupiter, for the conquering of Man. We scattered, ran screaming in the streets from this. Out leaped the Second Horseman of the Apocalypse; In his hand a great Sword slicing Peace from the Earth on a red horse, Juno. Great chunks did burst! In the shock-gripped panic of fear in our midst did gallop the Third Horseman of the Apocalypse on a black horse, Neptune, Balance Scales in his hand letting loose the Flood Waters pounding Man, pounding Land. The Fourth Horseman, Death, on Vesta a pale horse, plunged thru the Gate on his predetermined course beckoning with a hand’s white bony finger slim for all of Hell’s Hordes to erupt and follow him! All Seven Seals broken now, lightning cracks loud. A mighty Angel descended clothed in a mighty cloud with feet and legs of fire, one on land, one on sea. Seven angels played on trumpets one Destruction symphony. Man profaned God’s Wisdom by not doing what he oughta’. Now the Beast with seven heads comes rising from the water with ten horns sharp and a wet body cold to swallow and devour all the Souls of Man whole! Twilight shivers shake the ground in evening’s light decay. Hoofbeats rumble! Lightning strikes to claw the night in gray. The Beast knocks once your door and it opens under power and to your ear from out the darkness whispers…… ”Judgement Hour”. Namyh |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
An energetic 'whale of a tale' to be sure Namyh. While there are others involved, a big helping of this is to be found in Daniel and of course Revelation. With the last seal now broken, the harmony and clarity of end-times prophecy is revealed for all with eyes to see and ears to hear. 88's friend She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Ticklefingers - I know! I know! Just when you get to thinking it' s gonna be clear sailing from now on, this piece comes along and reminds you that when the trip is over and you're standing in the exit line, at its very end is where you pay the price for traveling. No reductions! No substitutes! Thanks TF. Namyh |
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