Angels and Demons

Thus, spoke, the great day, the great judgment amidst the world, the gods, from the smallest to the largest, sitting on the high places. The dimensions of reality have taken scrutiny. A portal has opened at length, broadcasting the dimensions of such a world; the world never thought it was.

Then speaks! The gods from the highest places—quickly! They have exposed our plan. What are we to them? For they know of us! Our mask! What are we ought to do now? Carry on. For they know, but they do not know, let us warrant safety, for they will not revolt.

Among them comes a man among those who has surrounded himself by the gods who sit in the highest places. Arising so he does, behind the podium so he speaks, addressing the public, but those who listen do not see of him, the Heavenly Beings of such higher authority have come! Him, whose hand compelled to judge.

Hang them! Hang them! The cry of the people; has reached the heavens. As the man speaks, the one who sleeps sees of him fiery eyes while he is addressing the public. The crowd sees not, but he who sleeps knows and sees what the public does not see. Upon addressing the crowd, the one who sleeps comes another envision; he sees three gods, hanged, perceived to be gods once sitting on the highest plains. Their day has come, narrow has their day become. Only to realize those gods! Those who sit in the highest places are only just men, those men perceive not their destruction, but their day has come. Thus spoke, the great day, the great judgment amidst the world.