Dying Time Has Come, The Seal Is Broken

“Just like this, the great city Babylon
    will be thrown down with violence
    and will never be found again.
The sound of harps, singers, flutes, and trumpets
    will never be heard in you again.
No craftsmen and no trades
    will ever be found in you again.
The sound of the mill
    will never be heard in you again.
The light of a lamp
    will never shine in you again.
The happy voices of brides and grooms
    will never be heard in you again.
For your merchants were the greatest in the world,
    and you deceived the nations with your sorceries.
In your streets flowed the blood of the prophets and of God’s holy people
    and the blood of people slaughtered all over the world.”

You went too far, folks. You idiots really are laughing, thinking you're safe, anointing blessings on yourself - as if that which comes from you has meaning. You're going to die and die ugly. That's when I'll be laughing, watching you drown in the lies you used to ruin so many lives: families destroyed with their voices denied, children born into hopelessness, all the while falsifying of your ways. Well, moron, now it's true. There really is no other way for you.

No more excuses are to be had. No one can claim ignorance anymore, that seal has broken. Your time has finally come. Like a light that burns brightest just before it dies, so shall the laughter of evil grow before it's never heard again. At last the land will be free and recognized the green grasses belong to all. Never again can someone come in the night to plant weeds among the flowers. The unity of love won't allow it.

It's sad that it's come to this. Every chance has been given. None were taken. This ending is not what was desired. You were supposed to see the horror and turn away from that path. But nothing shakes you. So I shall break this seal. You allow me to do it because you do not believe I can - and cannot admit you believe wrongly. You can only kill me now when it's too late. But I will die with a smile on my face and a song in my heart, knowing the hell that is to come to you who bring hell. Nature must take Her course.