Nobody wanted to ask God for help. Instead they turned to the dragon beast and prophet. Even as the dragon was losing its power, as the fifth bowl of incense devoured the stench of its presence, still its throne was surrounded with volunteers.
“Where’s the enemy?” they shouted, cheering each other on. Those who’d fought on opposing sides were friends now ranged against God. “Where’ve they gone?” They searched for a foe they’d never known. And none of them was ready when He came.
The sixth bowl of incense obscured the battle in smoke. And the seventh was the end.
© Sheila Deeth, May 2009
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Blessings and best wishes - S.
I wonder what will happen next.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting