The Prophet of the End Times

<p>Day after day like drops of venom seeping into the veins of a dying organism the world was losing its vitality. It was not a sudden blow of cataclysm no spectacular comet slicing through the sky nor a supernova extinguishing all life in the blink of an eye. It was a quiet methodical dying from within a process of decay as subtle as it was relentless.</p><p>The ecological crisis like an invisible hand tightened around the planet's throat stifling its breath poisoning its blood. The forest once the green lungs of the Earth became a cemetery of grey trunks and the oceans the cradle of all life turned into toxic wastelands.</p><p>The economic crisis like a malignant cancer devoured the social fabric. Wealth concentrated in the hands of a few creating a chasm so deep that the cries of despair from the bottom did not reach the surface of indifference. Human bonds frayed under the weight of greed and fear of tomorrow. Solidarity became a relic of the past and everyone cared only for their own increasingly uncertain future.</p><p>Against this backdrop unfolded a theater of the absurd - the political crisis. The world's powers once arrogant and sure of their authority now stood like children lost in the fog of their own ambitions. Their decrees sounded hollow their promises dissolved into thin air. Instead of solutions they offered only empty platitudes and mutual accusations plunging the world into ever greater chaos and helplessness. Human existence hung by a thread without any visible anchor without a way out of the labyrinth they themselves had so meticulously built. Humanly speaking in this thickening darkness it seemed that humanity had signed its own death warrant and all that remained was to slowly await its execution.</p><p>At the root of this grim situation smoldered forgetfulness - a disease of the soul that like a silent thief had robbed man of his most precious heritage. Man had turned away from the True and Only God from Yahweh the Creator of all the Source of life and truth. His place was taken by ephemeral idols the products of human imagination empty promises enshrined in gold power and fleeting pleasures. A lush pagan idolatry flourished across the globe faith in countless invented gods each promising salvation yet none able to offer it. The shadow of the cult of Satan the serpent tempter from the dawn of time coiled around minds like poisonous ivy obscuring the truth deforming morality and leading astray on paths of self-destruction. Whispered incantations dark rituals sacrifices offered on the altars of vanity and egoism - this became the new religion of a dying world.</p><p>However as the ancient prophecy foretold even in the deepest night the last star does not fade. Even in the most hopeless situation a spark of hope smolders sometimes so small as to be almost invisible yet possessing the power to ignite a new fire.</p><p>In the forgotten dungeons of a prison a place of isolation and suffering rejected and hated by the followers of darkness lived the last prophet and priest of Yahweh. His name had faded from the world's memory his voice silenced in the cacophony of idolatrous hymns. Forgotten by all abandoned by those to whom he had once proclaimed the truth yet kept alive by God himself. Yahweh in his infinite wisdom wove a thread of hope in the darkest corner of the dying world protecting his servant so that at the appointed time he could save what could still be saved and restore true faith on Earth.</p><p> </p><p> </p>