To Those Left Behind:
I am writing this letter September 20th of the year two
thousand, prior to the events I believe are now unfolding
Such scenes of war, natural disaster, raping, murder and
devastation as has never covered all the face of the land
at one time in all the history of the earth. The great war
lord lays waste all in his ever-increasing path, the very
report of which sends terror before him. The earth herself
mourns as her children reap death in such number, there
are not enough left to bury the dead, bringing plague and
pestilence of every order to her seemingly few remaining
inhabitants. The wicked slay the wicked in every increasing
To cleanse herself, the earth erupts forth with spontaneous
vapors of smoke and tongues of fire to quell the stench
of death which distills as a mist upon her. Whole cities
are swallowed as the earth opens her mouth to receive them
and mountains flow down to cover the wickedness of man against
man. Smoke and vapors hide the light of the sun and the
moon and stars seem to have fled, hiding their light from
the shame that covers the earth.
Voices heard from on high lament the state of the world
as winds and fires and lightnings and thunders, the sea
heaving herself beyond her bounds, and all manner of upheaval
are sent forth to testify against the inhabitants of a world
who have forgotten their God.
Where is the glory of Rome? How falleth modern Babylon?
Where now are thy idols of clay and brick and iron, ye who
have worshipped the workmanship of thine own hand? Where
can ye buy safety with thy gold and thy silver?
Now hear the voice of He who sits enthroned on high--even
a voice of earthquake and tumult and death. Each of the
seven angels has sounded his trump and poured forth plague
upon a wicked world.
Yea, Babylon hath fallen, hath fallen, and the merchants
of the earth mourn. The seventh seal is opened and the wicked
are gathered into the garners to be burned. APOCALYPSE NOW!
"Oh, God of Heaven, whose left hand pours forth the plagues
spoken of by all thy holy prophets of generations past;
and who, by thy right hand, hast withheld thy fury from
those who loved thee, who were caught up to meet Thy Beloved
Son in His cloud, the Holy Sheckinah! They pray for you
who are left upon an earth of torment and agony.
May you yet recognize and acknowledge the God of Heaven
and His Son, even Jesus Christ--the Promised Messiah! May
you yet acknowledge thy transgressions and give away all
of your sins in this the final hours, that even if you must
suffer the pangs of death upon the earth; your souls may
yet be saved in the world to come!