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      date: Tuesday, December 28, 2004 @ 11:32 pm
      title: Day X'mas III(II).. Chaos Theory.

      I doubt someone knew about the disaster to come.. either a prophet or someone. But they chose not to prophesy, and God spoke the earthquake into being.. killing thousands by the seashore.

      Imagine this has already happened..
      what it will be during the End days?

      'The rumbling thunder clashed with the luminous lighting. Causing a flash of shadow over the fugitives under the coconut tree, they knew what was about to happen and contemplating to escape..
      But to where, are they escaping to?

      They saw the miracle of the Recapture, as they were not taken up. The wind of the Holy Ghost swept past a congregation like a swarm of locust, but only a few were missing..

      “Why us?” they mourned, “why are we left behind?”

      The loomed sky was decorated with a white plate coated with blood. The Crimson Moon..
      The dotted stars were lost, or should I say.. recaptured as well?

      Reverence for God has turned to a nightmare..
      This timid soul was afraid to walk under light, for he was fearful of his own shadow..
      A strike of lighting reminded him of his contempt before the alter of repentance, that now, he had to bear the burden of disobedient.

      He lost the opportunity to be with the true living God..
      He picked languidly up a black-jet bible, thrown by the devastated and stared at the two golden words print,

      'Holy Bible'

      Glancing at the scarlet brilliance of the flowing water, he saw himself.
      His broken wings that once brought him to the Highest point was cursed to be condemned in eternal damnation for his greed.
      His once radiance hide that glowing in His presence, was now poisoned by his envy for power over Authority..

      Pushing up his unruly mane and saw the cursed digits. 666.'

      What to do? Pray lor...

      'Everything by Prayer, Nothing without It.'