A Crumbling End

Meteors, like cliffs from the encasing of Hell, swarm to the Earth and render Her defenseless. Every tree is aflame, and every mountain is crumbling. The cosmos is tumultuous as the stars, planets and galaxies expand and implode. The day of the Second Coming has arrived. The King of the Universe is enraged, His mercy, depleted.

 

Humanity is filled with regret, for they know why the destruction has come. The valley of Megiddo is flooded with blood. The armies of the Beast are with the mark and are unrecognizable by God Himself. The army of the Son of Man is sealed by His own mark, and adorned with impenetrable, Holy armor.

 

The seas have swallowed much of the land and what is left is noxious with ash. And at the final stroke of the sword, a Light shrouds the entire universe. Space is split, and time ceases, and every eye is upon the Almighty. The army of the Son of Man Shouts for glory as the angels Hail with singing. The Great Manipulator is shrouded in fear as he is arrested. As the deceived and the fallen are pulled through the Earth, one thing is known; it is the Beginning.

 

For one Thousand Years, the Prince of Peace reins over the Earth. Cleansed, white as snow, and without the stain of sin, humanity is at rest with the King. Exultation and Jubilation are all that is known. For the first time in an age, the Earth can sleep. God is with Us.