Simple, sweet, that we should meet, love care and share. What separates us but the things we place as obstacle to constructive solution or relation? Is it fear that drives man to preserve the little from the many, shamelessly afraid that someone else will get my portion? Or shall I hoard, label and divide humanity into the haves and have none for certainly there will be some who lack strength of character, person or persuasion to gather even the essentials from tyrants like me?

How badly does it suck to be a homeless dude in Coronavirus land? What essential role do you fulfill that is conducive to man’s continuance. How will you be cared for by administrations who left you handly to the cruelty of concrete before you became an unwanted meter of contagion? They will be eradicated, assimilated, mutilated and eventually hunted for testing, prison or isolation as necessary procedure of maintaining the lines between the haves and ain’t gots.

Men are not damsels in distress of their own tragic manuscript. They have oft been cruel even to the point of disregarding or feeding upon their own young for power or preservation. Certainly there is merciful discord that governs the violations and unseemly character of man’s consumption? There is no such script, only the billions of waiting mouths and those who have determined them the obstacle between heaven and Earth. They crave elysium, the preserved, separate daydream extracted from the nightmare. They would destroy this planet to provide themselves political rhetoric sufficient to making them comfortable on the moon. Oh but that would require them giving up this planet when they have means to eradicate the unworthy or unwilling.

No, the cull is fated, timely, pursued as reasonable answer to the common question. What then shall the dividing line be. Taxes paid. Genetic Modeling. Some impromptu intelligence measure. Dress and hygiene, business acumen, language proficiency or perhaps the most annoying component of the lowly the belief upon a Sovereign Nightmare in God’s Trust? Do away with the gadfly as necessity to comfort and silence in politically manufactured nirvana of the hopeful. No More Sermons, bells on Sunday or nattering religious piety governing sexual freedoms.  Begone the restraining hand of God’s demand upon the behaviors of a man truly abandoned. They will find the labyrinthine path to their own reasoning, but in it we shall meet God’s Promise.

For this in purpose their pleasure roils. They measure their prison in desires contained. Well, by this the Lord has watched man flourish, for without governance, constraint. limiting this craven desire to consume all in our path would have destroyed man long before. Now, we shall see man’s truth in cruelty, as they will be left unrestrained by the modicums and the moderate voice of reasoned kindness and clean living birthed in God’s Word. They will be taken away, but not by the eradicating finger of man’s determination to live his sin’s fullness rather by the hand of a God who would protect them as the children He loves. Rapture shall be fulfillment of both sides plans, each fulfilled in a manner consistent with watching it all play out on the pages of heaven’s History. And they shall finally realize that we have never been in charge and rightfully so.