Four Horsemen Cometh, And Hell Followed

by William Swafford

  Chapter Twelve

  1

  The man who called his self Jesus walked out into the ocean. He didn’t sink to the bottom and the waves didn’t bother him. The ocean would not take him.

  He stood in between the countries in the Pacific Ocean. He raised his arms and the wind picked up. He knew that his father’s judgment was about to be passed.

  “Forgive them, father,” Jesus said. “They are you’re lost flock.”

  The waves picked up and Jesus knew it was about to begin. The waves picked up when the trembling started. The world would never be the same.

  2

  The planet shook as an earthquake was felt by every living thing. After the earthquake stopped in Indonesia the sun turned black as night, while on the other side of the world the moon started to bleed and was blood. Mountains and whole continents shook and moved out of place.

  Men around the world ran and took shelter. No one wanted to witness what would happen next. The ones that did didn’t live to tell their stories.

  Some people had strange marks on there had after the earthquake. The marks couldn’t be washed off or removed. The sides had been chosen.

  There were some people that came up missing to be never found again. Then others who weren’t marked were just thankful to be alive. They didn’t know that most would be sacrificed for the holy war.

  The president sat in his office. He had a smile on his face. He thought would soon rule the world.