By Kenneth Martin

Written Friday At 6:00 P.M.

Sun

This Day My Son Stretches Forth His Hand Of Authority and Speaks To The Sun.

Yea! Peace I Say Unto Thee, Yield Not Thy Light Quickly, Until I Speak Again, Saith The Lord.

For Your Days Of Light Are Over. For The People On Earth Have Grown Exceedingly Evil, and The Light They Deserve Not.

Peace My People, I'm Moving Quickly.