“Thoughts from the Apocalypse”
Then one terrible day you awake to skies filled with bizarre creatures released from the bowels of hell itself—horses that fly, or are they locusts with the faces of men? or scorpions with long, flowing hair? They cannot be defined, but fill the air like living pollution, darting here and there, anywhere they please, their long tails flashing like convulsive snakes, stinging painfully every person they touch. In fact, cities and countryside alike are littered with people writhing on the ground in agony, wishing only to die—Please, kill me, anyone, please I can’t stand it!
But no one is permitted to die, and no one is permitted to kill.
No one needs to be told: these monsters are demons, led by demons, created by the one demon worst of all, Satan.
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