I feel some fire in the atmosphere.

His presence, I sense so much out here.

The trumpets, they sounding can you hear?

The world so round as a sphere yet as big as it looks, He trips in seconds round the exosphere.

Such a personality one must adhere.

The radiance emanating off His face is of great power and glory hitting surfaces everywhere.

There be singing and merry making coupled with a wail of despair all around the biosphere.

No jokes, it is either you are being caught up in the air or you going nowhere.

Out of the open heavens appeared a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True everywhere.

His eyes are like blazing fire and His beautiful head wore numerous crowns, and out of his mouth comes a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations here.

On His robe and on his thigh…

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