The Time Was Night

August 03, 2013

The time was night, and the streets were clear of blameless individuals walking about the sidewalks. As I have said before, the great transformation has begun, and soon the woman that remains with me will be set free in Christ Jesus; for those who can understand, listen; awhile others, remain close and breed hope! The city is empty, as the ghosts of the dimension of the unknown as entered the world, sucking away all life, and breathing its void into the station of the earth. Soon, the world will be free, and none shall be alive to settle trespass against the world. Those who seek the Lord shall be found, and when they do settle in the heavens, some shall be sent to the new earth, awhile several will be rulers of the new earth, sitting on thrones, awhile still, others shall have households of mansions on the moon, and others will satisfy great treasure onto the base of heaven itself.

Can those who satisfy me bring me honor and grand education? I believe not, as I must earn these fortunes within myself, bringing great travesty upon the people of this world. Believe in me! I shall overtake this world, and bring great treasures to those who call me friend, not master, not Lord, but those who call on the Lord, Jesus Christ, I shall love with the strength of Christ. The battle will be soon, and the death of millions shall be sufficed. I write and speak with dominion over the minds of men and women, children, and animals. But, that does not matter to this exact point of our existence.

I continue to rip off dead skin, pressing my fingernails against the flapping skin, and ripping it across the terrain of this flesh. I should cease this activity as I am becoming more aware of disease which the Lord protects me from as it is His will to have me here on the earth that I might continue to dabble in the literature that consists of the greatest writers of time, past, present, and future; should the future hold wellness.

I must leave now, as the Hobbits are taking on Saruman inside The Shire; soon we shall show the world the meaning of pain, but the more I think about destruction, the more I believe in hope. 

It would seem I am obtaining the novel to reach the beach. What shall I do at the beach but remain in fear of the waters? Waiting for the Leviathan to abstract its rear head from the waves?

Author's Note

Review this life, as I continue to challenge the dragons of Literature!

Reviews

[Erica D.]

Great writing! The speaker is well-versed and believable perhaps more as a demon of Christian background than of Tolkien. Whether this is a statement of self or simply creative writing is unknown, but I indeed enjoyed it.

[C.R. Rathkamp]

Thank you very much for the review. I take it into consideration.