Remember
Empires rise, cities fall.
Soldiers march like ants swarming across the lands, wreaking havoc.
But he still stands.
Stone crumbles, rivers dry up.
Young men wither like underwater plants.
But he never changes
The young girl’s hair turns grey
Plagues devour the population like hungry dragons belching blood and filth from their depths
But he remains
The good is corrupted
Men throw their battered broken bodies into the depths to escape the pain
But he is benevolent
Lust burns men alive
Idols devour sacrifices, craving blood and revelling in debauchery
But he is the sacrifice.
Grime and pestilence are inescapable
The roots of sin and shame grow, fed by the animalistic blood that flows in one’s veins.
But he is merciful
War tears families apart
Fatherless children cry out in agony to an empty sky
But he never leaves
Winter freezes a loving heart
Ice like glass cuts tender flesh
But his eternal flame will heal you
Explosions light up the sky
Tyrants rain fire and rage down on their slaves.
But he rules forevermore
Demons shriek
The empty claws of despair drag the world further into the pit of death
But he dispels the darkness
The coffin is nailed shut
Trapped in the tomb, the body surrenders the warmth of life
But he is alive
Pagans feast as martyrs die
A river of blood flows ever onward to a red sea that never parts
But he is triumphant.
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