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the Battle cometh.

All night I could not sleep. For something in my heart haunted me. A world of gray dimmed light. Grew by the darkness of night. While the sun hid her face, and the moon shine not her grace. Hope is careful and faith is strong, and words said out of careless whisper are words spoken in the dark. And all souls stir without ease. And in the middle of all this stood me. For what else in this world souls are said.

For out of the graves rise the dead. Our love one to place us in their graves. For it the final. The children were cast up in the wind, as the parent stood still. And a great cry was heard about. As the mothers screamed and the father shout. The greatest war is at hand to chose the faith of all men. For centuries we rejected Yahweh. Now the father has turned his eye.

And men of war and their war machines could not and would not over come the evil within. For hurtful mothers and fathers, and sisters and bothers and aunt and uncles and distance cousins and this world shall find no dam comfort. Yes dear reader you all do know what this story is about to unfold. As Satan sit upon his throne, and his demons awaits his deadest call. While men sleep in their bed at night.

Knew not of this terror able fight. But those men of true faith have warned them throughout this world time. But now to men time is deny. Oh we should been great father to our children. For the great betrayer hold fast his honor to destroy man within the hours. For Yahweh have given Satan his call to spread his evil upon us all. None shall be saved and woe to us all.

To the greatest war and to men greatest fall. And all races shall suffer this terror able doom. For even now all races can not agree who shall rules. For all they have proving is that they all are fools. Now as I sit here and write man still have the time to set it right. And for those who think they are right. Here a hint for the beginning of the fight. Men shall look for the darkest night. Because from the west and the south his army grows, for in the east and the north the judgment comes. For no souls shall pass the judgment no not even me. That why I was given the chance to write this for you. For there is no more saving us in Yahweh thoughts. Cause chance after chance Yah have giving us.
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