“Teach me,” said John and the second angel explained: “Look at the hills surrounding Rome. Think of the emperors who say they’re really gods.”
There were seven hills, thought John, and five dead emperors, one living, another yet to reign.
“Will that be the end?” asked John.
“Yes, the end of Rome.” But then, the tens of rulers of men would follow the beast and believe he could make them great. They’d sate themselves on his wine and think they ruled. Till beast and men fell down. Till the end of time. Till Armageddon and the victory of the lamb.
© Sheila Deeth, May 2009
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In one of my favorite novels, "Master and Margarita", one of the main characters tells that a power, any power is a violence over people... is this a simple coincidence that this character represented Jesus?
Blessings and best wishes - S.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Emperors come and go at the drop of a pin.
It's funny but as the spiritual content of a nation fades, so does its cohesion. That's because it's love that holds it all together.
You said so much in so few words. Well done.