How the last days draw closer, a word is enough for the wise.

It will happen one day, dawn to dawn and dusk to dusk, the flesh will wither and the soul glorified. Confusion will set in,men will scream will others rejoice. The sound of the trumpet will not be heard by all,the wax of sin will block the trender ear drums of many. One out of four gathered will go missing, countless displays of missions persons pasted from street to street.
Order will no longer be the bed rock of justice, the magistrate will loose all her power, the law books will be trampled upon by brings who have no regard for it, the smiles of many will fade away like the day gives room for the night.
Then his reign will start, once an angel now a beast will become king, he will reign over the reminant of the sons of men left on mother earth's green land. With a rod of violence and a staff of torture he will bend every man to do his bidding. The great mark of the beast, Just as the bitten apple will shine bright on the fore head of those who receive the sign.

The plaques will come but death won't,the lost of an eye-ba or a hand would only draw one far away from death rather than closer. The ears kf death will be closed to the pain and anguish of men.

Tears will be declared missing, the call for help will be ignored, the coals will burn red hot, the heat would be unbearable yet no one would come to their aid.
Like salt to the earth worm so will the man turn and roll with control.

Finally he that something brighter than the sun, he that is the lion and the lamb, the first born of the sons of the everlasting king would rise, he would conquer and slay the beast, he will be triumphat.

The beast will bow, as a man wanting to become a knight, the great sword will be placed on him but instead of a coronation an execution will be done. The beast and the fallen angels including the reminant of man who received the beasts mark would be thrown into the bottomless pit forever to keep falling and gnashing their teeth with unending sorrow.

The king has won, his light would rule, the sun and moon won't matter, his lordship will be the new king of Jerusalem. No one will rebel any longer. Ordernand peace becomes the bread of the fold. Hallelujah would be the song, casting our crowns would be the order of the day, peace would be the septal and his glory will shine forever more.