The Final Toll (Challenge Winner )

Challenge Description: Mission if you accept it. You have had your awakening or calling from God. You gift of Prophecy has been awaken. As a new prophet you shall under go the most trying of Trubulations and Revelations of all the Trials of the coming Event of pure Calamity. You have constant dreams of them, visions and words come to you from many spirit guides. Time is drawing near for so many global Calamities are coming and you must warn as many as you can before it comes or will it for ever rest on your soul! Write as deep as your soul will let you, as if you are channeling God or spirits themselves. Write in such Divine words that even yourself will feel great fear. The future of Mankind will rest on your words, choose them wisely and make sure the message comes out as deep imagery as you possibly can. You are now a Prophet so you must do your job or suffer eternal Hell. Write about an Earthquake, Flood, Nuclear War, Asteroid Impact or any other Disaster. Do not hold back. A true prophet shall come before mankind is done... The Final Toll Earth is our inherent dwelling Borrowed for a given time Time is ever passing, swelling To the brink of the sublime That is when earth, disappearing, To it’s origins of naught Tolls the bell that some are fearing Of the end that souls have sought Walk the way of forest treasures Tread the richness of the earth All the wealth cannot be measured In its true aesthetic worth Nor can life nor love be weighed Or calculated in degrees Nor the green of meadow’s blade Or churning waters of the seas The beauty of our place of birth Has been a gift for ears and eyes And nature speaks the songs of earth In rhythms of its lullabies The earth was lent in trust to man And only God will give the sign When sea and forest,  hills and sand Will disappear by His design There will be a day, and hour When He sets our spirits free To be unchained from earthly powers Into His eternity Balls of fire will fall from heaven Cast down by the hand of God Destroying  every man that’s ever  On a forest pathway plod From infinity above The vastness of a space that’s void Will come a glaring signal of A giant mass that God’s employed To slice the earth in bits and pieces Opening its fiery core This will be the death of man The life of soul forever more The fire from heaven will not cast A look of fear upon your face But rather visions of your past And all the love that you embrace Walk the way of forest treasures Look toward heaven with eyes of trust Reach with spirit toward tomorrow Leaving garments in the dust Listen to the chiming toll For it is beckoning your soul Written February 15th, 2002 © on Feb 14 2002 10:21 PM PST   0 • 13