You should all perpare for the time when you will be paupers of the field, rich and poor alike equal in poverty.
When a mansion will be a cumberance and a dugout in the ground with a fire will be a mansion, as it will have the value of being warm.
When the only tombstones you will have will be the glowing skulls of the dead's own in the fields of bones scattered and skeletons for caskets and holes in cranial bones the written epitaph for who lies there.
The much you have could have been an offering for an intercession here, but the much you have held has become a Witness against you.
Scurry in the field of rats, each of you fighting for human turds there for you to gnaw on as your daily bread and the fires to warm yourselves by. You are majestic, you are proud, you are untouchable, but look to the future and see, for it is a time when you will be rich in nothing and the poor you now scorn will be your wealthy companions sharing a meal of shit with you to eat.
The day comes. The night comes. Sleep lulls the fool with their hands folded together.
Bread, bread. Your dollars are not bread to eat. Your gold is not bread to eat. Your stocks are not bread to eat. Your stomachs will growl worse than your predator souls do now when they unite in that time as all that you trust in feeds you not in that time of trouble.
Oh that I had fire to see to comfort me. Oh that I had darkness to comfort me so that I would not see.
I saw a house falling upon itself, over and over again, until it's collapse was complete and utter ruin. The more it was built the more it fell down. The more it fell down the more it was built. Complete was the fall of that house.
Oh to be your Judge now that Judgment is here. To show you the mercy you have shown. To be deaf to you as you have been deaf. To sit upon the high seat that you sat upon. To sentence you to the Judgment which is upon your lips now.
Let them eat cake for it is not my responsibility as I have too much to be responsible for. Let them eat cake to be filled. Let them be filled with nothing as nothing fills all.
You will eat and not be satisfied. You will rest and need more slumber. You will have and want not what you have. You will be as you are and no longer be able to deny all you are.
How great thou art. How great now is your fall from such heights. Those you could have helped now will help themselves to you.
A little that the poor has in quietness is better than the fullness of the wealthy. All that the wealthy have will be nothing and the little that is left will be taken from them.
Trust in your achievements, your success, your education, your power, your money, your connections, and yet in a time to come, there does it all lay. Your bankers, your friends, your teachers, your communities, your politicians, all on the field of corpses to wield for you the dreams you intoxicated yourself with delusions.
Yes there is the hog dining upon the lords carrion and there is the dog cracking his bones for marrow.
I dine upon that meal now in relish for it is my holiday for them. I warm myself by the fires of it as you smoulder in that cauldron. I see your future in being rich, but you are not in hell as this Lazarus is here being comforted in a world which avenges itself of all you have gathered.
I like you fine. I like you finely sifted to dust to the wind, scattered there and found no more.
I have played the keyboard for you and you liked the tune. I have sung for you and you have made it a burden of the Lord. The Lord now unburdens Himself of you in slow spit that turns upon the fire, which blazes hot searing in His time and then the slow roasting begins again to the ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
I have played the keyboard..............
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