The Final Danse Macabre
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"For as they were in those days before the flood... so the presence of the Son of man will be." - Matthew 24:38-40
I see them, though they cannot see me. I watch as they engage in their hedonistic desires, indulging in licentious lust as they pursue gratuitous greed and perverted passion without restraint. Their skulls are hollowed-out turnips, their tongues cast poison darts. Their throats are an open grave as they spew slanderous lies and hold my people in contempt. Their blasphemies against the Spirit will never be forgiven, not in this world nor in the one to come. Each has a heart as calloused as a smith's hands, while their souls are blacker than dark matter. Enjoy the revelry my fiendish foes, at least until the clock strikes the midnight hour. For you see, I am near at the door. You don't know me, but I have many names. I am Abaddon, the Destroyer. I am Apollyon, the Ancient One. There is a judgment pending, the sound of which will tingle all ears and turn faces red with sweet wine into whitewashed gravestones. Listen, listen. Can you hear it?
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AND NOW, LET THE FINAL DANSE MACABRE BEGIN!
play a mournful dirge
sing a song of surrender
for His day has come
"Amen! Come, Lord Jesus." - Revelation 22:20
* A companion to my POTD Apocalypse Now
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