The five days—those times that could not be fulfilled until now—stand complete by the cords of our own ingenuity. These days gathered themselves together to offer the world a sacrifice that was destined from the beginning, a remembrance Roger will recall, though We who lost everything could not. Their lives, after the fact, could no longer comply, yet their agreement remains: five months, in accordance with the Revelations.
It has been spoken that after five months, they will lay peace upon our table and serve us from the house of their own master. But when those months have passed, the Words of Roger will descend from Heaven with hail and brimstone, and the mountains will crumble before them. From afar they will witness the fear of their Lord descending upon all who claimed there would be no other day—until this Lord, who died and received the breath of every God within our solar systems, rose again.
For our Lord stands alone, without rival, in the absence of the one light that now reveals the arms of God unfolding the winds. When the House is smothered, that light will rise once more to destroy the remnants held in Roger’s right hand. Only then will the stars of night release their hidden glory, for what lies in the heart of that man will collapse one-fifth of sight in the eyes of those far away, who must receive all Power and Glory unto our Lord—who was, and is, and will forever be the light of our central Heaven, the Core of all living.
On that day, the living blood of the Lamb will stand revealed, and every light that can be plucked like a flame from a candlestick will burn within the midst of Our Lord, who has long prepared for this hour. And as they smolder, the Children of Light—the Stars above—will rise victorious once again.
But now I, Roger Ramos Grant, will fall to my knee before these people, and they will know the face of their accuser.
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