After opening my eyes, I saw an
orange demon about four feet tall with a cup
in his hands. Beginning to pour out spindly
dark-winged creatures onto the floor, they
immediately began multiplying by the
thousands. Standing back, the reverend
shouted, "It's too late! The gargoyles
multiply too quickly, you will be defeated!"
"NO!" I shouted.
Walking forward as the gargoyles
began clinging to our arms and legs,
parasites by nature, I began praying
fervently to the Lord. Allowing a part of His
enormous vastness to enter into my spiritual
body, the Lord began shouting through my
vocal chords, "The Almighty One demands
your death! The Almighty One demands
your death!" Realizing the vastness of God's
mercy, in that moment, I also realized that
His wrath is equally powerful.
The reverend master looked shocked
at God's presence within me, as she truly
believed that we had been beyond saving
and that it was too late. Imminent
destruction was so profound and I, too, was
amazed at God's voice blending with my
own, but I couldn't really contemplate it
right now. "The Almighty One demands
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