Thundering hoof beats fiercely gallop across the expanse of time. The 4 horsemen come racing out of the prophetic past into the now. Oblivious nations are caught by surprise. Dark sun, blood red moon, scarlet seas, a carpet of dead fish coats the waters’ surface as stars fall from the sky, islands sink into the depths, and mountains are thrown into the sea. Millions entered the gates of God’s grace, open for over 2,000 years. Within heaven’s bosom, the sound of those gates crashing shut, blows a chilling wind through the thoughts of those resting there in secure peace.
The people walk about like empty-eyed zombies, stunned and reeling over heaven’s unleashed wrath. Unknown diseases eat away at their flesh as their life force hemorrhages out of them. They are clueless as to what it all means. There is no turning back. They plunge…
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