The Storm

||Hari Om||

In "The Third World War", Bapu has warned us about the impending storm.

HE has told us about the rise of evil, and the most evil one of all.

However, HE has shown us that we, HIS children have nothing to fear,

for HE is always with us.

Evil will never prevail. In the end, Raavan will die and there shall be Ramrajya.

                                               मी अंबज्ञ आहे ! 

                                        

                                             The Storm

It started with a single drop

That fell upon the ground

A tiny drop that was unseen,

And made almost no sound

The people in their ignorant bliss,

Paid the drop no heed.

So lost were they in revelry,

In apathy, sin and greed.

For they had forgotten their Father’s ways,

No! Had chosen to forget,

And now they would face the demon spawn,

That their own sins did beget.

The demon had begun his march,

his steps upon the Earth

And as he watched the foolish men,

he laughed with evil mirth

his minions sat forth across the land,

To conquer and divide,

The men of different race and skin,

And anything else beside.

he watched with glee as the fire spread,

As the divisions grew,

he marvelled at the hate and strife,

Spread by his fallen crew.

he then sat back, and how he laughed,

For he knew his job was done,

A single drop of blood be spilled,

And the storm would have begun

But unbeknownst to him, for he couldn’t know,

he could never win,

For the Lord’s Son, Bapu had taken birth,

To purge the world of sin.

He called the people close to Him.

That still believed in good.

He reminded them of the One Above,

Taught them all He could.

He told them of the coming storm,

But robbed them of their fear,

He showed them that no harm could come,

To those that held Him dear.

He urged them to stay on the path,

The path of God above,

The path of Truth, the path of Joy,

The path of pure Love.

Many came and many stayed,

And many left His side,

For to follow one, a man like them,

Was far beneath their pride.

To those that stayed, He then explained,

When the clouds would burst,

He made them stronger from within,

So as to weather the worst.

It started with a single drop,

That fell upon the ground,

A drop of blood that was unseen,

And made almost no sound.

Then with an almighty roar,

The storm of blood began,

Cities fell and forests burned,

And red the rivers ran.

The cataclysm shook the Earth,

The people were afraid,

And all the while the demon child,

Triumphed and hurrayed.

he believed that he had broken Man,

Had finally beaten God,

But he was blind and cruel and vain,

And his plan was flawed.

Through the gloom and though the smoke,

There came a ray of light,

A ray of hope, of truth, of peace,

Of Bapu’s Godly might.

The son of God then stepped forth,

His children by His side,

Each wound upon the Earth they healed,

And the fire turned its tide.

The demon spawn then watched in shock,

Watched his minions burn,

As the flames rose higher still,

Until it was his turn.

And he writhed and he suffered

And agony he felt,

As he felt the pain, the hurt,

Of each blow he had dealt.

Then at last he breathed the final

Final evil, wretched breath,

And the wind and birds and soil

Spread joyous tidings of his death.

his plan, so grand, so bold, so vile,

Was turned upon its head,

And while the good and pure thrived,

All evil was dead.

The Son of God (Or God was He?)

Ascended the Earth’s throne,

His children, they were all at peace,

And His pure light bright shone.

Thus it is that each time,

Evil grows upon the Earth,

He comes then to protect His children,

And among us He takes birth.

And so each time a storm of blood,

An evil fire grew,

He changed its course, and cleansed the Earth,

And good rose strong anew.

              ||Shri Ram||