I’m sorry for the world’s end, and that people die in their mortality. It’s a Final Generation that steps into a New Era, and out of a collapsing World, where pestilence spreads, and people are sick in beds. Everyone is on guard for both sickness and a catastrophic war that results in ruin. Humanity needs to be ready for the worst and on guard for the escalation of our international crisis.
I feel like my dead end was catastrophic as well, and a disaster in and of itself. I never saw my hand not fold, and unfortunately was toppled off my path. With the fall of mortal man, I see a terrible apocalypse, and always believed a miracle might save the day, but foreseeing future events, I know my words are not enough to describe an uncanny end times. There’s nothing left that I can relay with my letters, but I still send this message to you, with hope you will reply. Please be not dishonored by me, and accept my apology for tarrying. I was going to end what was left of me, and am looking at my deadline. I’m sure I have only a little time, and I wouldn’t want it to be wasted, but cherished. We must care about one another, and honor our friendship with correspondence. That’s when I feel most alive, when talking to you. Please be blessed and safe and unharmed by the pestilence, and courageous in your hour of need. I myself have been looking at a mirror, to want to change. We must do a daily renewal and repent of the past to show love. However this bleak and dying planet Earth has me fearful with terror.
These are unprecedented times, and surely enough there is a great danger ahead, and soon a coming war, and as 2020 goes into a dark-age, and as Good Friday approaches, I look to a cross, and a martyr I looked up to since I was youthful. May Yeshua and Marry, live in us both. May the Gods be an abundant blessing, and all care enough about loving thy neighbour and creator above. Be grateful for provision and providential steps ahead, in grace, and in a timely manner. Let’s see this moment as needy and carefully consider the threat of global warming, and very hot explosions, brought on by a pestilence spreading rapidly, and societal collapse.
I pray sanctuary upon families, and especially from my heart to yours. My Lord makes me lie down in tall grass, as a psalmist, and a quiet brook echoes in my head. I’m saddened by the hardships our world is going through, but feel close to my Father, as a final right I have. I know there’s close knit relationships on both sides. My Lord is my Sheppard, and rock upon which I stand. He wipes tears from the eyes of those mournful, and gives us hope for the mornings to come. Yet I know judgement will be brutal, and Enki will be furious.
We have very little time left in this era, and our approach to the End Days, must be earnest. Covid-19 spreads like a wildfire, and we find ourselves feeling much like Anne Frank, hiding away from the Nazis. My home is not safe, and my nation at risk, but pray for a miracle to stop the apocalypse before it devastates everyone. I know you’re secure in your part of the world, and that the pacific coast is going to be obliterated, but I am finding it difficult to kill myself right now. Please pray for me, and intercede with Enki, that I may not be stuck on a cross forever, but have a hope for future redemption.
I pray you are prosperous in your destiny, and blessed by the Gods who have desired your life to thrive. Please walk with me in my final days, and reply to my cry for mercy. I don’t want to be alone, but I am lonesome and afraid. I’m lost without you, and I’m sorry you never drew near, but I also forgive you for letting the world end, instead of coming to my rescue, and the rescue of these people. It was my own tarrying and foolish stumbling, that cost us the Advent, but I know that you’re aligned with the stars, and with your Lord. I’m going to miss you, and hope you can forgive me for my sins, and not forsake me entirely.
You are my dear Sister, and my greatest ally amongst the people. Don’t be ashamed of me, but find it in your heart to be empathetic and merciful. I love you, and I’m sorry it all went this way. I’m sorry the world ends, and I’m praying that the calamity doesn’t wreck the world into oblivion. I hope there are survivors and am yearning to be neighbourly and caring to my family and friends. I want rest in the grave, but I feel like I’ll be distraught and inflicted with distress and suffering. Please be a soothing cup of water, and help me in my struggles in the next life. I know I’m lost without you, and again, I forgive you for not rescuing me, and letting the world end.
Thank you for being my friend, and God bless you immensely!
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