Fiction

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I saw an extraordinarily handsome man, vaguely sunflower blonde hair, clothed in a sandstone colored suit, a designer's original both the man and the clothes were.
He was walking down a street in a futuristic yet familiar Los Angeles.
The scene was imbued with gaudy colors. He was surrounded by a crowd of riveting women hanging on to his every word.

This was a prophet uniting the World, not as a dark Tribulation false prophet but rather as a one of light.
And yet this future was like the prototype of which the anticipated End-Time Tribulation we're all familiar with would be the counterfeit the enemy spun to mock these wonderful sights I beheld.
Likewise here everyone was uniting, not under an Antichrist but instead under the direction of the Sons of God who had manifested in some manner, of which this golden fellow was counted one of the number.

Unlike plans for the worship of totalitarian ‘god-kings’ seeking to live forever through huge monuments and burial complexes, also known as Cities of the Dead, this True Prophet was building monuments to the glory of the Trinity.
An Australian by the name of Crayton, he had helped build megalopolises or supercities on his home continent, which was now a green paradise, populated by countless millions, having entered its day in the sun so to speak.
His theme: "Apostasia" or a great falling away from the legalism that strove against the peoples of this world.

In a study with touches of the Victorian aesthetically, consummately progressive however, in a manner suggesting a New Age has dawned, or perhaps was always here, the thousand year reign, perchance in some philosopher's fancy, or in simple fact, he now sits, surrounded by striking looking types, men accustomed to power. His associate Max is here.
There is laughter, talk of grandiose scale in ambition.
In a corner of the room a world map, painted and engraved by as yet unknown arts, timeless, antique even in some quality, is fastened upon a large rectangular mahogany table in a fashionable glass display case.
Here they eventually find themselves studying a unified world, super-state in spirit, contemplating its fate, Lord Gesu, Crayton's fist slams conclusively upon it to conclude some thread of dialogue.

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