Apollyon Rature
If they shall not fall on their knees in my presence then so be it the will of my
principles to see fit and destroy them. Man is cattle and I am their shepherd let
not the anointed trinities son guide you wrong and worship him in song, molded
in his image damned by my fury I am judgement I am end on these southern
winds of peace let my name devour his masterful work. You sons and daughters
of Jerusalem will bare witness to my era and prevailing prophesied kingdom of
Babylonian captivity. My lineage will purge the words of Jehovah and his false
tribulation let his holy temple fall in disarray so to it his glorified army will bow
before me because they are unworthy. The eve of my resurrection will come
when his creation is drowning in degradation on my throne let all who oppose
me be known you reap what you sow
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