Project Forze

VII Hours XII Seconds

(un-edited, mature story warning)

Seventh Hour:

They sat in the room with the door locked. No one was to leave the room unless instructed by the commanding official. They sat huddled with small groups talking of the last and first days of life. One talked to another about the smallest chance of something happening. The other was skeptical as he showed by his face. Everyone could tell he believed, no matter how convincing he sounded. Many that left the rooms are tackled, beaten, and thrown into the rooms from which they had escaped. One sat by another one and talked of passion, while the other had no sense to agree or disagree. This spent an hour of time and that number doubled being what was the second prime in seconds.

Sixth Hour:

Those that bore the ones inside attempted to get them by all means, but is beaten back into the cold air and the red skies. Devices stopped working and those close grow closer still. Attempts are made to meet Him. This spent an hour of time and that number squared in seconds.

Fifth Hour:

Electrons stand still. Suicide ensues. Death lingers in the air. Those closer are together as one. The one moves in espionage to rooms to gather others of them. The one is one, as five is XIII. Lumina becomes evanescent, paramour becomes luminescence. What they have done: in between, ends the days: they are numbered. Acts is after Romans, 16|2. This spent an hour of time and that number by its own.

Fourth Hour:

Speaking is of no use, as water is not for living. Riddles rule the newfound world as the Alpha and Omega created it. Sense leaves those sensible life leaves those frail. Love binds those lost, minds leave those found. Deaths ensue, as darkness reigns. This spent an hour of time in and of itself.

Three Hour:

Leaders lead, pouters pout, dieing die. Alpha has left as those above, Omega enters as the ending in a temple told. The one talks, it lives forever for finding the true meaning of life. The one meets the One at two, as the rest do not at zenith. This spent an hour and the square rooted of the square once stated.

Two Hour:

Time is time, but not if now. The One is One, even if now. The end is the end, only if believed. Quoted of the one, Time is only what the one said it was. What doth be it what they said. No question is asked of thee. Deaths rise, darkness full, no more lies, as everything cools. Islands are gone planets collide. This spent an hour and no more.

End:

Hotly debated, forever lost, forever dedicated, at your cost, to those soon belated, enter the frost, the end is fated, to be the end of time itself. This spent the same time as it took you to read it. If only everyone would stop asking why and listen to the fact that this can be summarized into simple pictures that ancients used to say the same, and that we do not head nor understand the obvious troubles ahead as we dive into the unknown that sends us into the END; as God saves those that he said he would save and others perish in the obvious disasters that come in the hours provided. For the love of all things sacred, listen to what is told to you and what is said by the Alpha and Omega of this world, Terra.