Sitting high atop the peak of the highest mountain top, a Revelation came to me in my mind’s eye, of my third eye.
Irradiated Rain fell in bursts , mutating everything it poured upon.
The rivers, streams, lakes and oceans were crimson with death.
Baren were all the lands. Nothing could nor would grow there again.
Crops that remained were inedible. Poisonous to the body and soul.
And so it had been finished, the four corners , The Horseman having Rode In and Pushing their Collective Buttons, had brought about Armageddon.
I was now looking at Sheol.