As above, so below; I see the hell rising around us. Echoes of the horsemans' battlecry reverberate through darkened skies, but they have yet to ride; tremors of hooves amidst the heavens ripple down to a people unaware, entranced by hatred for one another, and those disillusioned, barely hanging onto humanity in compassion. I witness conquest, war, famine, death, and still, I have yet to see them ride.
From a crisis grandiose and constructed will come the man of sin; the falling away is nearly over. Followers are followers of self and comfort -- do what thou wilt. Truth is denied, and the illusion constructs itself unnoticed, aided by lapses in understanding, lapses often formed with force, by others or by self. This man and those blinded by his false light will eclipse the world, for a time. He will proclaim peace and sow destruction, but not by his own power. I have yet to see him rise.
I've long since returned from the fields; though memories of all I've experienced flood my mind in a sea of wonder and dysphoria, I've learned how to swim. This is not to say the waters do not rise, that they do not overtake me, that I haven't dreamed of the filth this world is immersed in for years; I've dreamed of being isolated entirely, demonic forms dragging men to the ground, nuclear explosion after explosion, to which there were no end. I've dreamed for far too long, and I am now awake, and many days, I only feel pain. This world has willingly bathed itself in sin unimaginable, a den for foxes built by the work of hens, of which, I once was, and desire to be no more. I recall all I've done, the depths I've allowed myself to sink to, the depravity I used to welcome. It was not until I was shown what it truly was to be without life that I turned to God, to Christ. In belief, I found salvation, I found forgiveness, and until the end, I will pray for forgiveness, and walk the path I'm meant to follow. I stumble greatly and suffer, yet greater did He suffer for my sake.
I do not know when my end will arrive, nor the end itself, but neither leave my mind. Any second of any day, for any reason. I understand. Only by divine grace have I been allowed to live for this long; I should've gone long ago, on many occasions, but mercy was extended to me, and so I speak. There will come a day when I am hated, and in the face of loneliness and despair for the past 2 years, I don't believe it will feel much different. In this moment, I pray for peace, over all. I rejected the prototype, and I will reject the mark when it is to come, should I live to see it. In whatever way possible, we are to be lights in a dark world, bastions of genuine compassion, and seekers of absolute truth. There are many lies, and many did I once believe. Until the end, I will stand, and point to the heavens above. Thy will be done, Lord.
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