I don't really believe in God. But then again, it wasn't me talking. It was simply a disembodied voice that spoke in the background as I was shown the scenes that it described. It said everything that follows.
The heavy eyes of the tired
shall see the
new day.
A sun of
love cresting
over the
ashes of the
empire.
The muscles of the
exhausted shall labor to build the
new city.
Until the
light has fallen into the
land and the
moon and
stars have inherited the
sky,
both of them
full.
The voices of the truly
content shall gather around the fires
on the beach
and
sing the songs of
life.
The souls of the strong
will
inherit the earth.
Until the night has fallen into the land,
and
God comes home
and the people greet him
smiling,
both of them
full.