(This is a poetic-didactic story similar to and inspired by John Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress and The Life and Death of Mr. Badman. I'm writing it primarily for my family, but would you like me to complete this and publish it? Please comment if you wish. Thank you. The Lord bless it to your hearing.). There
“Death has been yours, Given by fate, Death has been yours, Korpis to date Death has been yours,
But the Triumvirate… Wise beyond comprehension Wise to plan redemption Leaving it all in His hands
It's not going to end well for them.
The orphan is confused. "What is this creature saying?" Has her mind refuses to believe what she is seeing?
— 1 Corinthians 3:12-15 "Now if any man builds on the foundation with gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, straw, each man’s work will become evident; for the day will show it because it is to be revealed with fire, and the fire itself will test the quality of each man’s work. If any man’s work which he has built on it remains, he will receive a reward. If any man’s work is burned up, he will suffer loss; but he himself will be saved, yet so as through fire."
“Have you ever done something wrong to another human being?” Garth began quietly, “Something that, no matter how much ya wanted to, you could never take back?” He looked away. “If there is a God in heaven, I know for sure that He won’t want me anywhere near Him when the trumpet sounds.
This is the 7th poem of a 10 parts fantastic story about elves, men and other magical creatures called "Festus and Ermea". The overall story has some time jump. This one takes place in the present, following the adventures of Festus.