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Dead Poet Two Thousand Fourteen

Dead Poet Two Thousand Fourteen
Dead Poet Two Thousand Fourteen
solyant green the 666 is money the dollar sign the number on the bill the id 
card the birth date and now the phone number all these are important but not 
the end of time will come after time has wound down look at the sun it is a 
yellow sun not red it gets red science will tell you when it ages
when the moon turns to blood the light of the moon is only the reflected light 
of the sun as it burns in the form of the gaseous ball of fire we see a yellow 
sun this gives people light health and strength when it starts to turn red it 
might dwarf or grow into a giant the color is the key to the end when it is red 
it is almost over the time will be shorter the days length only a third of the day 
will we see anything people will be suffering more they will be animals again 
the mind will be gone the hive mind will be gone only monkeys intent on 
survival and fighters will advance up to the tower of Babel and preach new 
ways of murder uniform living one size fits all with the mark of the beast on 
the visible mind and hand me no money will no longer be needed only an 
access point me to the door way let me inside to those material goods pudding 
and soap clothing and food out the door way too home is a spot on the walk 
no more hope chasing the poor with no mark dragging mee upp the stairs 
steppes to the scaffolding holding upp the killers guillotine blade will take my 
worthless head off and send my soul to Jesus to be remade. God grant me the 
strength to be ready to die to refuse the mark of the beast let me become 
truley free a child of the living Jesus set me free  let me be free the price of life 
is set too high no heart no love no life only the asking price of murder in the 
long cold night of sky turning red for more then a few hours obscuring the 
clouds unseen the fire coming mingled with ice the misery of EgYpt the frog 
spirits of the dead mentioned in the Book Of Revelations eye paid 30 pieces of 
SIlver to JUdas to be hangged he might be the ABomination of DEsolation 
mentioned will be coming to the Temple area someone has to be the 
AntiCHrist when it will happen perhaps the SUn will be dying before that day 
ever comes not one day but about 3500 of them this has been a fact filled 
missive but you must understand what do eye mean eye do not quote facts 
and figures when eye write it is from a dead poet vision Dead Poet Two 
Thousand Fourteen


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