THE BELLS SOUNDED IN THE HEAVENS AND the pomegranates shook. The noise of it rang across the skies like a mighty roar of thunder. The angelic host bowed their heads in silent agony. They opened their mouths and the Holy City trembled at the awful melody of their symphony. Blended in beautiful harmony, their voices sang praises to the Almighty, and with fierce passion, bewailed the doomed thousands inhabiting the earth.
The High Priest stood in the Most Holy Place of the Heavenly Sanctuary, the bells on the hem of His robe still ringing, the pomegranates still shaking from the vibrations. He looked between the Cherubims, at the Mercy Seat, at His Father clothed in light and glory. Then He waved the censer before His Father, a sweet smelling incense drifting into Their nostrils as the ernest prayer of the last faithful sealed them with the seal of eternal life.
As He lowered the censer, His heart yearned within Him. The fate of all Israel was sealed. Great tribulation, such as never before was, was soon to break free on the sin-sick world. The last scene was about to play out as the final chapter climaxed to a close.
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General FictionThe bells sounded in the heavens and the pomegranates shook. The noise of it rang across the skies like a mighty roar of thunder. The angelic host bowed their heads in silent agony. They opened their mouths and the Holy City trembled at the awful me...
