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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