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… I prayed through the Philippine post in my wilderness after midnight. Then a lot of snow piled up. And that night there was such snow that boldly taller than human growth. And suddenly the heart in my chest is so I was afraid that, I thought, now it would pop out and I would give my soul to God. Barely managed to whisper: “Just give me, Lord, repentance before the end” – and fell. Opening my eyes, I saw that I was lying on the street unfamiliar city. The houses are huge stone, with large bright lighted windows. But the light is not from candles, but from something else, like sunlight in those houses inside. I saw among them at home, at whose windows are to the very ground and green trees are visible in them, as if small spruces decorated with colored lights and bright balls, different things I don’t know about their purpose, and clothes. There are a lot of people around all go somewhere quickly, both men and women, all dressed in strange clothes. Winter, but no snow, but frosty. And there are a lot of lights on the street. Huge high masts on which the stars glow. And between them suspended ropes with luminous small multi-colored stars. All the earth is clad in stone, sometimes smooth gray, and sometimes individual big stones. Suddenly, a short barn rushes right at me on wheels, after him more and more. There are people in them. Among the low sheds, in which people sit, there are high sheds, where who sits, and who and worth it. There are sheds with long horns that cling to the ropes. I have time to think that if such a barn approaches me, then he crush me, and pray. But they seem to pass through me. AND I understand that I only see them.
And suddenly the ground opens under them.
And they fall into the open mouth of the earth. I hear people screaming and groans. Something rings, so my ears are blocked. And the abyss in the earth is growing. And now iron pillars begin to fall into it, to which hold street stars and houses in which in the middle of the night sunlight shines. Stones are falling from houses, they are killing people, people bleed and an abyss swallows them. And suddenly on the ropes with multi-colored lights, the flame runs, everything lights up from it, fly fire spray. Ropes burn, sheds on wheels burn, houses burn, people scream, choking in blood, and everything falls into the abyss. I pray about the salvation of the souls of the lost, but I hear a voice: “They have no salvation. They are not They knew the fear of God and lived in one day. They don’t need eternal life, and they didn’t gain it during their earthly journey. “” Who are you? “- I shout I, shouting scary sounds that stun me. “I’m an angel death, and I came to reap my harvest. Look into the abyss “, – answers he. I go to the edge of the abyss and look down. It appears before me the sight is truly terrible: it is the opening throat of a terrible monster, which framed her mouth and, happily rumbling, devours everything and everyone who falls into it. “Pray, crazy!” I shout. But the voice my no one hears, he drowns in a roar of horror and suffering. And the same the voice that just now, the voice of the angel of death, says to me: “Listen to their dying screams. They grumble, they complain of injustice. They are not ready for repentance. They do not need a Savior. And they are not will be saved. “” But if they pray now? “I ask.” One who at the last moment he will pray, be saved, ”the angel of death answers. – But they do not want it. They lived by different rules, and now wonder why their rules and laws do not help them. “Around curses are heard, wild cries of horror and pain, someone cries for help to others. But no one remembers the Savior, no one repents of sins, no one shouts: “Merciful Lord, have mercy on me, sinful! “Before my eyes people perish, burning alive, failing in the bowels of the earth, are buried under the stones of crumbling houses. Blood under the action of frost freezes on a stone, and everything around becomes crimson. With crash, new and new walls collapse, they burn with a whistle trees, the suffocating smell of burning spreads in the air human meat. I hear a wild ringing, but that is not a ringing of bells, not alarm. It rings from all sides, and it seems that from ringing, rumbling and screams now burst his head …
Angels Stones End of the World Snow
