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The Hour Is Late

THE HOUR IS LATE The earth is old and the hour is late Armageddon lay at the gate The Prince of Darkness the fallen one, makes his move the earth to run The beast emerging, the Babylonian whore the Common Market is at the door The mark he gives, and all will take except the believers and those he hates Tribulation to mankind, sights unknown. Signs in the heavens and death unfolds Clothed in lies, a peacemaker he portrays. For three and a half years things might look ok Gods 2 prophets and the 144,000 Jews do their best to point truth out to you The martyrs’ blood flows ever deep True to Christ their faith they keep BJ CUBER

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Date: 2/14/2019 5:13:00 PM
Stirring writing. Very sobering subject.
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