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Written by the author during a period of paranoid schizophrenia when he heard voices, this enigmatic allegory reveals the identities of the three Beasts of the Apocalypse.
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The Revelation of Lucifer the Divine
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Storm clouds rolled forth lower and lower from the heavens, descending to the Earth. The sky and earth met and were no longer separate. And then the gates of Heaven opened, a brilliant light piercing throughout the cosmos.
Lucifer said with great solemnity, "The waters of the sky and the waters of the sea flow again reunited. Heaven and Earth are now one."
He looked at his vast army and whispered, "There is no turning back."
Satan donned his mighty helm mounted with ram's horns. With his fist he pounded upon his heavy, red armor, roaring at his troops. In his other hand he wielded a giant spear. He quickly rode back and forth among the troops atop a huge black charger that towered over all of the other soldiers.
Satan completed his inspection and was satisfied with the preparations. He galloped up to Lucifer.
Satan's eye glimmered with anticipation as he shouted, "The armies are prepared, my Lord! They only await your word to march!"
Lucifer acknowledged Satan and calmly gazed outwards from the epicenter. He sat upon a pale, white horse with a long mane of silver. Lucifer's pure raiment was still untainted and unchanged, his armor of adamant and gold still brilliant, standing out brightly from the rest of his gray and blackened troops like an ersatz sun. He surveyed his legions arrayed in great arcs before him and all around him. At the head of his personal guard, his banner flew, snapping in the wind – his symbol of power, the Dragon. Lucifer gripped the reins of his steed tightly. This was the end. He felt the hard, cold sword at his side. This was his Fate. This was his Destiny. All was as it should be.
But it gave him little comfort.
With a scowl, Lucifer swiftly drew the blade from its sheath – its fire blazed with a white-hot intensity, brighter than the dying burst of a nova.
The armies roared and the awesome tremor of trillions of soldiers marching in unison shook the plains.
The end of all things had begun.
Excerpt
In the eyes of the timeless, creation and destruction are one and the same. Time inverted, creation becomes destruction. Every action becomes its undoing. Every word becomes its antonym.
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