In the months after my family's estate burned to the ground, the destruction was surreal. I would spend the cold winter days digging through the frozen rubble, trying to find anything worth salvaging. My sleep was plagued by vivid nightmares, which progressed to dark, ominous visions, of what I could only surmise was the future: Entire cities reduced to ruin. Massive bulldozers the size of buildings endlessly combing through the destroyed landscape. Mad scientists unleashing unspeakable horrors upon the remnants of civilization. Human beings living in caves, hunting one another for food. That sort of thing.
At the time it all seemed fanciful, as though it could never come to pass. But with each year that progresses, I find the strange developments of the modern world edging ever closer to its realization.
In biblical scripture, prophetic visions are often compared to a watchman: if a city's lookout spots the enemy approaching, and does not sound the alarm, then the entire city's blood is upon his or her hands. If however the lookout sounds the alarm, and the city does nothing to prepare, or mocks, shames, and otherwise disregards the warning, then their blood is upon their own hands, and the lookout is held blameless.
With that analogy in mind: I'm sounding the alarm. There is hell to come for this world and its inhabitants, precisely as every prophet from Moses to Christ originally predicted. And it will come within our lifetime, if not in its entirety, then a bitter taste of it.
Having said that, I hereby wash my hands of my people's blood. Heed this warning, or do not. Having served my purpose, from this moment onward it is of little consequence to me or my conscience.
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