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SIGN OF THE TIMES

Stones will be thrown down. The temple succumbs like Lazarus.
  Inconceivable evil hurled inside and outside satan’s circle.
Good perceived as bad and the reverse a similar fact.
  Noah’s days before our rainy eyes, hankies blowing it.
Other christ, the false one, the devil incarnate arrives.
  Feast of beasts will turn the world upside-down in defeat.
Torrential weather, hate and great distress to impress.
  Heaven looks on in horror but not surprised.
Evening becomes the norm without moon or stars.
  The persecutions worse and worser, God’s children cry, wanting
It to end sooner than later, having suffered and died, blood
  Mixes like a cultural conglomerate - we knew the rat race
Eventide, on its plenipotentiary screeching wheel, couldn’t
   Survive but for Jesus Christ — His victory secured at the cross.

4/22/2018

The temple in line one is Jesus. In the final line His victory.

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