Here it comes. Far away from here, all the way up to the sky. Falling like shining daggers, striking the Earth with all it's might, in a roar of flash.
Thunder glorifying the Earth. Thunderstorm retaining it's place on Earth as a noble phenomenon.
Earth as it is now, is a place of tranquility and peace, being an expert on hiding it's ugliness, staining with cruel beauty.
The beauty of nature is undoubtedly cruel. Cruel enough to go at any length just to sustain it. It is called cruel kindness.
Yes.
Kind enough to grant it's inhabitants the access to impregnate her, yet cruel enough to even take the lives of the one's who she once made love with.
Cruel kindness.
As lightning fell on land, brutally striking it, roaring out it's rage, pain of being ignored, trampled on.
Anyone who have felt that pain will understand, how insane it makes you just to press down the throat of that one individual who gave you that
fate!
Alas...
That fate was written by The One and Only, The Creator. We can't fight the one who created us, gave us life, ability, capability, limbs, soul... A permission to inhabit and impregnate the World created by Him.
And now, with all the might and glory The Almighty carries in his name, he shall rewrite the history of humanity that he already wrote just left to present. The time now has come, to show who He is and who We are. Just slaves made only to worship HIM.
As HE made Him say, "I AM."
HE made Him represent HIM.
Made Him forsee and know about the one who once stopped the Earth going astray, becoming the Savior and the one who came after Him and The Savior, who foresaw and told us all about the day, just to get it's greatness, ignored.
HE despises Ignorance.
Shows HIS wrath to the fools who ignored him.
Now, as it's raining, with all thunder and lightning, raining hazardous, HE must be happy. The rain drops represent HIS tears, tears of happiness, flourishing the Earth. Thus, somewhere in the world, something must be happening going as per HIS order and way, as HE wanted it to be.
We should all fear. Fear what awaits, as fate plays it's cruel jokes as per HIS commands.
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