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From Heaven


Looking down at the earth, quietly as it majestically spins.

Skies are congregating, the sun is slowly rising the darkness is vanishing.

The moon lingers, radiating its dying light.

The stars around heaven never cease to shine, together they illuminate the darkness of space.

Form heaven, one can see the destructive wars, the growing famine, crime and poverty, greed and lust, hate and sin.

By the power of God, mankind must be erased. Eradicated. Destroyed. Man was created in his image, sinned to be like him, but pro created generations of evil.

The kingdom of heaven shall soon cast open its gates, only to accept the honorable, the pure, the blessed.

The treacherous earth will open up to swallow the damned down to hell, the idolaters, the sinners.

Humanity has no choice but to wait. Wait for the judgment day, day of reckoning. Earth will be the location of the holy war. Neighborhoods will be under pandemonium.  

Christ and his holy archangels lead into battle against Lucifer and his legion of doom. Armageddon.

God shall observe from his throne in heaven, watching the struggle of the sanctified and damned. The courageous and the cowards.

And in the end when Lucifer is defeated cowering in deepest darkest layers of hell, Christ will lead his followers to paradise, away from purgatory.

After there will no longer be rich and poor, no more race, no more spite. Nothing else will flourish but love.

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