(Consolation for the Faithful in Christ)
When we are no longer here,
embraced by God in heaven’s light,
the relentless force will descend upon the earth,
the eerie one with long, flowing hair.
She will chase the wicked in terror,
bending them toward her dark master’s throne.
All thrones and crowns will crumble,
scattered like dust before her altar.
Powerless, conscience will be shattered,
under the weight of a cruel mark.
Worshippers, turned to carrion,
will exalt the most accursed horns.
Choked by her venomous slander,
a volcano from hell will roar with rage,
while bats and vile tarantulas
announce the coming of Satan’s son.
And a black plague, more horrifying than decay,
will envelop a sinful lineage in tar,
for they had stood against the Almighty,
the most despicable enemy of Eternal Life.
Piercing hands of grace were crucified,
crowned with thorns, Christ endured the pain.
Until these days – of irreversible horror,
when they blaspheme God with wicked tongues.
There will be death, invincible flesh,
in demons clothed in human guise,
for Evil reaps its harvest
under God’s eternal skies.
(The Rise of the Fall)
Stefan Glavchev
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