Sepulchral sounds casting over this harbor of a room; I can't feel the rain, I've been radiating, unapologetically blinding men and women out in sea to remind them where to set sail.
Awry directions being sung around them by evil spirits; I don't say a word.
Looking down at the black vast abyss they find themselves in; who will take the bait, following them with their lust and confusion towards the cacophonous hymns being thrown up at me
Eschewing them all and from warning the neophyte souls until they land on their islets so I can watch them incinerate those wretched sirens & demons with the light they carry, like fireflies, back I go to
My sacrosanct: towering over on the periphery of this new land made after the collapse of the old Earth and rapture of the Almighty God's Church.
God Blessed be His Name, Our Lord Jesus Christ gave me this honor to guide these poor souls that didn't make it the first round to His Court to be judged.
I switch commands; guide/destroy
Lurid creatures waiting beneath the thin veil of this void; the remains of the physical world and their inevitable demise they cultivated for themselves, damnation, under the
Auspices of The Almighty God, Our Lord & Savior Jesus Christ & The Holy Spirit I will not let them anywhere near these unreachable golden gates and impenetrable walls of clouds
By His Graces; He has allowed me to still have the memory of your mother when I descend, with the promise I wouldn't lose my self control when I deliver her to judgement and bare witness or not able to before the golden gates touch old Earth
I too, am behind the veil of salvation gazing at damned
I vehemently pursue her surreptitious soul that has only grown in light since I got raptured
Today is my last expedition around this black sea
Soon enough the last generation of Old Earths' children and you guys; New Earths' first generation of children will grow together
With or without
We have brought His Kingdom
The armies of the old Earth stand before us and our Lord
Old Earth
Recklessly left from time to time to be run by other rulers
The years that we were made into their slaves
Self-loathing & passing out what was left of our hearts & spirits to always come home empty-handed
Making their words & thoughts the law in our land, what a feeble king we had
We had him hanged at the start of the new year
His last words: Hide your ears, hide your eyes. He is here looking for souls to devour & save
Our Lord looks back at us with flames in his eyes and we chant
Our Lord is here and alive! Ready to address the world and avenge the martyrs of the Faith!
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