The Rogue Planet Disaster.
By Robert Macs Art LLC (C) 2024
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I found myself on the Day of the Dead, the air heavy with the weight of loss and despair. The sky above was a canvas of doom, the comet’s tail a grim reminder of our impending fate. Nuclear war had ravaged the earth, leaving behind a scarred wasteland and claiming the lives of two billion souls.
As I walked among the somber faces, I could sense the resignation in their eyes. The whispers of salvation through divine intervention echoed through the crowd, a flicker of hope in a world consumed by darkness. Was it truly possible to be saved by calling upon His name? The uncertainty gnawed at my soul, a question without a clear answer.
The thought of death’s swift embrace lingered in my mind, a specter haunting my every step. The extinction of our world loomed on the horizon, a grim reality that left me with only one path to follow – to seek solace in the arms of God’s love. It was as if He was calling out to us, demanding our attention in the face of impending doom.
I could feel the pull towards the darkness, a primal instinct urging me to seek out the light that promised salvation. The truth of our mortality stared me in the face, urging me to make a choice that would define my ultimate destiny. The end was near, and as I stood on the precipice of extinction, I knew that only faith could guide me through the chaos that lay ahead.
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