Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Curse of the Suns
(Subtitle: Armageddon’s Stellar Doom)
The silence inside the stars, from earth’s vision: men decry to God’s
wisdom, is not their vision, this is when God had blinked his eyes,
and the evening stars will have trembled, no longer in a solitude or rest,
This was when all creation had to face cosmic tides of chaos, in the
“How deep is this abyss of night?” will be asked: when chaos will not rest!
Man will ask and seek, as the seas ebb and sway, — the oblivious
“Whomever they are in this deep, Armies of eternal night cold and bold:
those soldiers from the ramparts of some remote garrison, inside some far-off nebula…why do they approach?”
They seek to storm beyond the immortal lights of Orion!
They gaze upon the gulfs in the curvatures of time: they wish to burn, and
they walk with stellar doom.
These armies, immense, should they not be hidden from earth, wrath would
Until now, God has made them unforeseen!
And man has only dreamed in dreams of their schemes.
Should dreams become reality, they would create a battle path of menace
that would sway irrevocable war—
Wars for a generation—
Armageddon’s stellar doom: a deep blood splash, from the heavens,
wherein lies the unbegotten.
How narrow the channel between them and us— they even now set eyes
upon our orbit for them; and to them we are but the untrodden dens of
the cosmic strange… to conquer and enslave!
Lo! The brief yet cunning evil kept in suitable shape for this gloom filled
day, prophetic doom, approaches—
Marked by annexed darkness, unstable black matter and energy, with
thrones of fire, from some lost destiny, no longer silenced by God’s
Timepiece, thus, the ghostly hours have come, Orion’s horsehead of light
its firmamental gloom, belted with suns and showered with chaos
Has seen the earth’s helm, its sublime array, now comes this heavenly fray
this, march of menace… an untillable immense!
The whole universe now in high unrest—; in a darker darkness, where man
has never been, nor seen, where matter is thick, and as liken to hot magma mass, where dead stars are swallowed up deep into is spiral pit of
cosmic darkness, where once the angelic prison for the unvirtuous seraphim were imprisoned, no longer are caught in a fiery quarry, its
endless maze, swaying in appallingly walls, trying to escape those fatal days — these cosmic foes, ere, they know their doom filled, as the axles of
earth knows it can break, if only for a moment, to create a hush so deep… no thing or bring, would be able to withstand the swift
immeasurable night’s doom—Lo! From the lapse of form!
Lest Elohim’s hand take up man’s fate!
Behold, not even the stellar strongholds deep in Orion, with their cosmic
besieging armies, and their legionaries, nor the supreme armies of the deep spiral abyss—whom are but barbaric eyes to God—should he
interfere, in these not so far-off days, man would vanish into the haze, the invading flames, of chaos!—
And should not those days be shortened, all that would be left would be a
cosmic tomb, and the grit of firmamental gloom!
And I have seen in a vision, of those not so far-off days: the sun will be
powerless to illume the moon, dwarfed—; the time of sorrows.
And I heard in those not so far-off days: denial of this end, this perfect and
final war of: mutate was man’s mind to this comet’s like blaze, of destruction.
And to them that would not kneel, were thrown into a fiery mote; into a
encoded doom by the dark messengers, of gloom.
Now the vision has passed, all that was to be hidden into the unfathomed
stalls of mystery, will appear tier by tire, until the very end, is without question!
No: 4430 (July 2, 2014)/ revised and reedited August 26, 2014