The Quicksand

A saddle and the bells, the whistling noise of the pale horse as it gallops, a sword and the scales for the weighing,

A time for all to come and drink the calamity of their atrocious deeds.

Nothing familiar has before been done on the earth as now, never had any victory won like this before.

Men, by their own strength has fought and conquered territories, but now the sand has collapsed on them; the mighty One will subdue all things as the world comes to an end.

Go to the hills and let the stones cover you, let men hide in the caves of the mountains, but an open the sepulcher will soon find them.

The day of liberty now closing in, as the wicked would say, how cruel can such a day be?

For the day will be long and the darkened sun will cause the morning to seem as nightfall.

At that day, a man with no name stands and weep, he finds no hope because all the chariots and the army of war have long been dissipated.

A woman with no name crying for her unborn child, as she found no place to deliver her child in a world, plagued with divers of diseases.

And while the ravenous fowl eats the flesh of the kings of the earth, the merchants of the earth will cast away their pearls towards the sea; a leaven that polluted the whole earth.

And as the smoke from the horizon appears, all the world's inhabitants will s
ink beneath the earth because they committed abominations things upon the earth and have rebelled against the King.

In great mourning is the army of the great assembly, the wilderness bear that devoured many will fall by the sword.

But when all vile thing is buried beneath the earth, in the horizon will be the coming of a new age.