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iconoclast blasts the omen

When men exalt gifts above the giver with the heart venerate idols of their heart so it becomes hidden art not a jot or tittle has passed from the law not in Rome or New Rome Jesus body is not on a cross but on His heavenly throne looking to the author and finisher as Moses lifted up the serpent the Lord of glory giver of life upon the tree the healing atonement in remembrance Hezekiah destroyed the nehushtan because of sin our God healed which were bitten by faith they stand figures of the true for folly of Israel did offer to it dross digging up earth the Jezebel of Helena cult of the cross unlike Rome which is on false prophets hill Constantinople another city of seven hills colossal bronze statue of Apollo the tail crowned like the rays of the sun were the nails Constantine with the figure of his own head upon it begins the nails of "the true cross," they crucify again they have a king over them, the angel of the bottomless pit uncovered Greek tongue hath his name Apollyon image lovers hiding behind pagan symbolitry in their groves nothing hidden from the Lord the truth will expose in spirit and truth setting on fire their shape shifting grey raven It will not rise again from the ashes their verse nine eleven He will cast your carcases upon the carcases of your idols and my soul shall abhor you The rest of the men remain idle which were not killed by these plagues yet repented not Giving undue honor and regard to created forms other than God When our Lord Jesus with fire in his eyes returning the Lamb shall overcome them For He is Lord of lords King of kings Deliberately smites the gold silver wood stubble hay and briar's one thousand years reigns with saints from Zion in the pit goes the liar then released to deceive then be cast in the lake of fire opened wide with earth melting heavens of fire they have no place to hide                                                                                                                        ---NOTES- Istanbul or New rome The city was built on seven hills as well as on the Bosporus, and thus presented an impregnable fortress enclosing magnificent palaces, domes and towers now has a mosque on each hill - The Vatican Hill is not one of the famous seven hills of Rome Vagitanus- is this paganism approximating to Christianity or Christianity degenerating into paganism?" -- Milman Rev 9:20 Lev 26:30 Rom 1:23 Isa 44:10 																		 								

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