Guardians of the Infinite – A Spiritual Vision

Before the clocks of nations began,
before the banners of armies were raised,
there was only the deep breathing of the cosmos—
stars unfolding like silent flowers
in the garden of the Eternal.

Christian Nationalism and Islamophobia have rang
to insure the Armageddon can be rephrased.
The Wizard of Oz and his horrific hocopocus
leaves the gullible without substantial power.
Bugling the seven trumpets of the Apocalypse
will not awaken Satan from the infernal.

The Antichrist is wearing Dorothy’s shoes
losing his vocation in his dictatorship.
There is nothing messianic in complete illegality.
Nonetheless in the serene immeasurable silence
the voice of God is not a damning thunder.
It echoes through pulsars with a righteous
birthright, accentuating with great wonders
existence, vibrating sonic beauty as vitality,
bringing wisdom moving languidly through creation.

God evolves a patience more thoroughgoing than galaxies,
radiant and luminous to counsel instead of command.
His Son the Prince of the Stars appears in reality-
Christ walks there in the stillness of the universe,
not as a king of battlefields with irrational demands
but as the keeper of humanism and compassion.
His path is crossing nebula and dust alike being diverse,
reminding creation that mercy and reconciliation
are mightier than the sword and military medallions.

The symbolic fashion of the book of revelations
are the imaginative prowess of John of Patmos
before the inception of Anglo-Saxon battalions.
The grandiose phantasma were cleansing verses
to initiate an age like Nostradamus foresaw.
A new Jerusalem and bringing about the return of
our gentle saviour, with the death of Satan.

People with devoutness to the teachings of our Counselor
are the true recipients of the gifts of eternal propriety.
These sapiens are wholly in possession of a deeper wisdom.
The Antichrist is ultimately a man without scruples and laws.
Seeking retribution, where only God passes true judgments,
is the cardinal sin of an unjustifiable ultimatum.

Posing as the Messiah is a common illness of anxiety
which calls upon the soldiers riding their black stallions.
False prophets weave their crimson threads with paws
binding hands to fear with epinephrine as the variety
of preparing an individual to face or flee from a threat.

Yet the archangels watch proxying their irrationality.
Their wings are a shield for the faithful who needn’t fret,
for Paradise awaits us all while portraying deep piety.
A path where mercy reigns will conquer and withdraw
illogic, enlightening us further from the fever of Armageddon.

Our fate is in our hands and heart, to truly openly accept
the entire human race as a resplendent Godly entirety.
We who stand by peacemakers will finally correct
the propaganda of Antichrists and war cries, we’ll deaden.
Amidst Infinity the archangels keep their watch in sobriety.

Hence beyond the shouting of dominance they spawn
against the ambitions of narcissistic kings, as they redden
the ungodly, nonetheless God waits without anger.
For the Infinite knows that storms pass, empires fade,
and even the loudest of certainties are utterly danger.
These are only echoes in the vast cathedral of creation.

Notwithstanding the virtues of our mankind displayed.
These virtues are neighborliness, compassion, integrity
courage, altruism, and the ability to navigate
social interactions with patience and luminosity.
This helps to move like starlight through the iniquity.
This philosophy is carried by those who advocate
the concept that heaven is not built through war
but through benevolence, acceptance and equality.

This supposed final war is a total blunder and idiocy
absent of strategic planning, destroying well-being.
The doomsday will not succumb to this brutality
and ignorance which is devoid of guaranteeing
who is the true Antichrist and who is actually Lucifer.

We have two rulers who ruthlessly dominate
their population with no accountability.
Murderously ranting their folks in terror
utilizing their might as an executioner
of freedom and stifling their capability.
The characters who exert this script of hate
will someday disintegrate with their outlandish
attitudes and vanish with their pallbearers.

We further our presence with lustrousness
optimistically resurgent for the soul carer,
who welcomes noncompetitive acceptance.
Enemies pray for their own personal patience
to appease our Counselor and save us from anguish.
Love will mingle with understanding as the irate
gnash their teeth in despair and noncompliance.