The Spiritual War

We imagine a moment when it all comes crashing in, like the climax of an apocalyptic movie playing out right before our eyes, but the ending is still uncertain. Is this the end or the beginning? - At least that’s what I question. However, we all feel something; an undeniable quench for truth in a world filled with lies reaching their expiration dates one by one. The walls are closing in. The liars are loosing their grip. Evil is making its way towards the edge of a waterfall and it is doing everything in its power to swim against the current - and out of obvious desperation, it throws a few of their own off the boat to lighten the load.

But the boat is cracking, the wood that was once assembled is rotting, splintering under the weight of its own corruption. The current grows stronger, unrelenting, and no hand of man can turn it back.

No, not anymore - we see through the lies. We see through the evil being done. Innocence will no longer be yours to decimate. Hunger will no longer be yours to yield. Bombs and Bullets will no longer be yours launch. Your time is up. The clock is no longer freezing in your favor, the waterfall is straight ahead, and it will take you to the abyss.

The Almighty awaits us all.

And evil knows this. It thrashes in terror, clawing for another moment of dominion, another illusion of control. Its servants scramble, blinded by greed, spilling more blood in hopes their false thrones might stand. But their empires are sandcastles before the tide — fragile, temporary, already collapsing. The darkness has overplayed its hand, exposing itself for what it is: weak, desperate, and doomed.

For every chain it forged, light is breaking ten. For every life it sought to crush, truth is breathing them back into strength. Evil has nowhere left to hide, no mask left to wear, no curtain left to draw. Its end is not only near — it has already begun.