They told us not to read it—
too divisive, they said.
Too much wrath.
Too much judgment.
Too much God.
So we traded the Lion for a latte.
The sword for a song set.
The scroll for self-help.
But the seals are breaking now.
You feel it too, don’t you?
Wars rumbling in the East.
Kings lining up like chess pieces.
And silence in heaven
right before the storm.
The preachers went quiet.
The prophets got cute.
But Revelation was never a puzzle—
It was a warning.
And brother,
if you’re still playing church,
you’re gonna miss the war.
Because He’s not coming back in sandals.
He’s coming back on a horse.
And His eyes are fire.
And His robe is dipped in blood.
And on His thigh is written:
KING OF KINGS. LORD OF LORDS.
So this ain’t a devotional.
This is a dispatch.
A wake-up call to men
who still believe the Bible means what it says.
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