In Die Iudicii

Dark, dark, dark.

Only darkness existed there, as if that was everything required.

In the middle of nowhere, a man stood. The man stared upwards with a desolate face; his eyes exhibited regret.

"Where... Where did I go wrong," the man said, and with a voice full of despair, he continued, "Lord, was I not the chosen one? Was I not the one entitled to the throne?"

A crown, supposedly appeared of nowhere, was now on the man's hand. The man clenched the crown, his blood dropped, his tears dropped.

Man, once holy, thought to be holy, was now miserable.

His gorgeous robe turned into a sooty cloth; his combed hair, tangled; his fat, yet oppressive body was now skinny.

The time of judgement. Does he rise or not.

Everyone is equal in God's eyes, 'originally' equal. Not at the time of dicease.

Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

The man who does not read from it would not learn from their vision.

The time of judgement. Does he rise or not.

"Lord, have mercy," the man cried.

A ray of light shone upon him...

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