You profess your love for me with words, but when it comes time to demonstrate it, you falter. I observe you engaging in open battles in my name, while secretly struggling with the same issues you claim to fight against.

Have I become feeble and powerless? Has my strength waned with the passing of time? I am the Ancient of Days, and yet you assume my eyes have grown dim. Cease distorting my true nature!

Does the rain fall solely upon you and your chosen brethren? Do you mistakenly believe that I command the sun to illuminate only your path? I am God, and my surname is Love. Out of compassion, I paid the complete ransom for your ancestors. You were mere dust then, and I breathed life into you. My last instructions to you were to thrive and create, but all I hear is the anguish of shattered souls throughout the day.

My arrival draws near, a day that should be regarded with reverence and awe. I will judge the earth with fairness and confront the unjust with righteous fury.

Be vigilant and heed this warning!