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And they shall fall by the edge of the
sword, and shall be led away captive
unto all nations: and Jerusalem shall
be trodden down of the Gentiles, until
the times of the Gentiles be fulfilled
— Luke 21:24

See the Gentiles asleep in their wine,
snoring loud ... deep into their nod
As the time of the end nears
Gentiles, your time of terror winds down
with the colonial passage of the dying temporal breeze
The ships of Kittim are soon to arrive,
then shall the prophecy of your cargo demise be unladed
Woe to the Gentiles,
the time of your terrible reign 
has reached it’s Omega point of no return
Cry to the heavens, O ye Gentiles —    
pray for idol rain
Let the seas roil, 
as the ships of Tarshish
be swallowed by Leviathan
Thus ending the trafficking of your evil works
And all of the swords, spears and shields
that lined the walls of the scaled spawn whore seed
parting the seas
Shall plummet into oblivion
There was no watchman to warn them,
as they lay sleeping drunkenly in their cabin quarters below
Celebrating another war victory,
their covetous eyes were closed, heavy with sleep,
when their impregnable ships plunged into the deep
Listen, children, to the whirling of the wind,
as the merchants and mariners ... 
pilots and people of the isles howl
Tears shed by the Gentiles
for their watery grave armor clad heroes ...
Whose time as foretold has now reached zero

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