The Coming of God
We watched as the skies fell.
The masses of black swarms cascading as ashes rained down upon the Earth.
The crow from afar, it cried in fear of its maker as it felt the impending entity.
A light divinity, a blinding billowness of immortality shook the fabrication of darkness.
It was then that I saw the face of God.
His face as he swallowed our world.
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