The lack of knowledge has taken our kind with fists as tight as the monstrous , unforseen weather of the last days.

It has tightened it's grip and thrown the vulnerable sculptures of the soil deep into the oceans where the unholy rests.

It resets their mindsets that is pregnant with utters of the Most High. Their spirits that have stored scrolls of a weapon that is sharper than an ice glacier.

When the red moon hits the center of the universe like a rock stabbing it's way to the ground and finding refuge in the ocean, it runs forth , trembling on stars and galaxies causing ripple effects on the faint hearted.

They are chained and forced to burn the scrolls containing a letter from Matthew, Job, James and Ruth.
They are still and cannot break free from the giant wave of war.

Dawn has come and knocked on their doorstep. Pertaining rivals, two-faced associates, procrastination and the materials of the world.

They discard their warrior temples, pinned with badges of honor, staff of faith, the Holy Book  and mirrors reflecting the satisfaction of their Maker.

A glimpse of forbidden smile lies on their foot-stool to be, rushing waves and vibrations of anger down from the Heavens.

The oceans are commanded to be still and waters of believe are to be frozen to prevent the opportunistic wind of destruction from mimicking the movements of its waves.

Rivalry and war is before our pupils, drenched with smiles and unholy friendships bit our spirits are blind and too full of earthly possessions , they can't even propel wisdom and knowledge from the trusted letters of THIS TIME.