Apocalypse

What is truth?

Apparently,

It's double vision

Two Witnesses are whispering

Like the clicking of a finger and a thumb

It's a faint tapping

Like a whispy rehearsal drum

Fire sticks cracking like thunder on very distant hills

A hardly perceptable rumble

Our focus is blurred upon an out of focus mosaic

Our focals well crafted Media screens

The smokey mirrors of the Magis

But soon enough:

The boom of those longstanding trees

Branches will shake and fruit will fall like canon balls

What was chaos at the periphery shall appear an image at centre in 3D

What was nonsense will burst your ears in stereo

Brace yoursleves

The curtains are about to open for a final act

And the cast will astound you!