Mark your doors, protection against his Right Hand.
Made for judgement.

For years and years we have turned a blind eye.
The love for possessions has us in a frenzy.
We love these things.
They have become our identity.
Our title, our position.
Our career has surpassed children and family as a position of status.
Money has become our passion.
Worship Mammon.
Our own flesh and blood, expendable.
Sacrificed at the altar of growth.
Keep the machine moving.
The Earth is destroyed in the process.
Consuming.
Until there is little left.

But the Creator cannot stand by, cannot subside.
Grace and mercy no longer an option.
An old word an old addige, judgement.
Unheard of in a world so repugnant.

In the distance stands by, between Heaven and Earth.
An instrument of destruction, no blessings, just a curse.
To smite the nation's and recompense, penalties for past wrongs and ignorance.

I dread the day that I'll have to greet you,
between Earth and Heaven stands the Reaper.

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