||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||
