World. He is your devastation. World. He is your hope.
Each footstep on this ancient plateau an epicentre. An eruption awaiting impact. A shearing force awakening, tearing in two from deep slumber. Deep step’s wave ricochet; pulsing power out. Calling people in.
An anticline of glory cloaks his words and reveals his beauty. As aftershocks of voice bury death in their wake. Foreshocks of his coming. Beckon him. Run to him. Ancient fault lines schism and burst to life again. Awaiting tsunami of healing, freedom, beauty. Presence.
World. He is your devastation. World. He is your hope.