The Earth Herself Will Shake
May the world be glass as it shatters forth into our eyes, blinding all who dare to look past her into different days and times. We are not held in captivation, but in horror of the integration of pain into our lives as they fall frail and helpless before her feet. She is certainly a cruel mistress, hardly one to be mocked by the distresses of feeble creatures such as we – always more and more proving ourselves to be that very thing. Her hand is alive with flame as it reaches into our graves, searching for the last sign of independency from her paradygms and decrees. She cannot have it! We cling so desperately to the life we’ve been given apart from her and her hells. What right has she to deprive us so? Her arrogance causes us to hate her. She would deign to remove what was given us by her Creator? Know your place, demon! You shall never be above Him, and, insomuch, you are beneath me. Stay there! Hide and fear me! Fear the One who strengthens me! My hope for you is justice, not some terrible tortured fate – I want you to know the fear I hid behind my face! Know that any moment your time could be counted and finished, thrown to the wind with your blind earthly wishes. Certainly you are strong, but not so strong as the song of the redeemed as we rise up against you and your ways, against you and your throngs. Though you are many, we are only One – seperate and many, but One – and our victory surely is already won, though the sun has not so much as risen on the battle yet. This dawn is the last you’ll ever get; for by the end of this day, our debt shall be paid, your fate shall be laid, and the Words that we say shall be made to remain in the depths of your grave for eternity’s stay. Your end is near, your death is here, that breath is dear and the last that you’ll breathe. Our Savior is nigh, He’s coming tonight, and your fate is to die in providential fear. Now face the wrath of our King!