March 13th
“When the heavens blaze and shadows twist, The end draws near on molten mist.
In silence we stand, hearts weighed with fear,
As Judgment’s light burns ever clear.”
On the thirteenth of March, the sky blazed with brilliant lights, eclipsing the sun in broad daylight. People gathered in the squares, filling the streets, whispering among themselves. At the same time, dark grey clouds began to form and intertwine above their heads — a sight, unlike anything we had ever witnessed. Yet, I had foreseen this, as I foresee everything. I had seen the world perish under the weight of nuclear missiles, wielded by the leaders of World War III. May God burn them as they burned us. But that was in my youth. Now, I am an old man, burdened by worries for my children and grandchildren. In vain, I felt a fleeting surge of relief, like the hearts clenching abruptly — my children and grandchildren do not live in my city. As thoughts stretched within my mind yet contracted in reality, the scent of molten iron filled my nostrils. The clouds dissolved, and the light of Judgment Day seized the horizon.
This serves as a sign for us to reflect on our actions and their consequences, both as individuals and as a society. We must consider this before the time for redemption passes and the moment of reckoning arrives — when repentance becomes impossible, and no one can escape their fate.
