The Son strikes again

Hear me all you inhabitants of the earth! Hear me and tremble at my voice! I tell tales of distruction, fear, and anger. But also the tales of truth, joy, and love! Men shall kneel in my stead and tremble at my voice, but I am merely a man! A man with a calling! With a story deep in his heart and a voice and a mind to reveal it! For I am not but the messanger of the coming one. The one who is greater than all and power beyond any imagination. Far and wide I shall tell his tale and many shall revile me for it. I shall be struck down, spat upon, and dragged through the dust, but I shall not be silenced! For there is no greater power than that that I am going to reveal to you. It is a power to conquer nations, ideas, minds, and yes, even death. It is the power that makes the mightiest of men ashamed for their greatest acceivements. To make the greatest of nations fall at a glace. To calm the most fearsome heart and make it gentle as a lamb. You shall know his name, and I shall tell his tales from the farthest reaches of the earth to the other farthest reach. I shall, and I am. Thus says the son of the Drunken Prophet.