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Catastrophic horrors inflict the grounds of every existing continent.
Mass killings and unimaginable tortures have become a means of
consumption. A taste of gut wrenching,hellish afflictions for the new
face of this confused,chaotic world.
The gathering has long begun "enormous masses" hell bent on
creating Armageddon.
Clearing the bodies from their paths,under the mid-day desert sun.
Making their way to reach the road to the inedible.
Approaching the day the entire earth is disrupted with global doom.
The clues are becoming more and more legible, rivers of blood are
forming into oceans flowing, staining the moon.
Taking for granted the air we breathe,the blind easily to assume
that the soil we sowed our seeds will forever bloom.
And just when they think it is safe,at a time when all tounges have
joined together under one rule.
Once honorable men have now adopted their ways,non-Islamic
daughters,wearing a vail to school.
A short treaty arrives and peace is mirracously restored.
Then all will change in the blink of an eye,six months from year
number four.
The beast is knocking, be aware the beast is pleased that we so
easily opened the door. Just a few more steps"till the end" as all
humanity once again has been brought down to its knees.
How much more suffering can man possibly endure?
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