The hands of time turn and turn. Never stopping, never slowing. What will you do? How much time do you have? The seasons come and go, and you live, think breathe without meaning. While the almighty one makes his way in the glory of his power. Seeking the obedience of his children like a mother. The sky groans for him and the earth stirs the elements, ushering his coming. What will you do? The world watches an amazing fall of humanity, as they sink into the darkness. The final fall. And yet mans heart grows cold, like an icy heart that scowls at warmth from light. The light of the world. Why are we so blind. It’s as if even the earth knows the time of his coming, but we do not. His children wait in an ever-growing light, watching.Fear violently grips the centre of the earth and drags it without mercy. These are the final events.