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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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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