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The Mysteries of Secrets 2

the great ruler shall save her when the bronze king is demolished. the day and night shall rule together by force and deeds. but when their hour come their thrones shall be given to the roman who held it the longest. the west shall be captured and killed and a new pact between the east shall be made. inhuman heat shall be refusal the city at midday, and there will appear the spear of God proclaiming peace all around. and in his hand a seal of a great earthquake. Yeshua has set a flame on the earth now he sit and wait, for the blaze of it shall come as a low with equal insert to move it's lines. for none can see it standing in the middle of the earth. the west has been the king of the earth and now it's wine is pour out, for in the days of the six and one and of five and seven treachery has found it's fear, both are late, cities revolt in blood, and death is closed. now understanding will bring her floods and death shall rest in it's place, but death his faithful wife shall be found on no place on earth. he who is called the great angel shall be lead to plead for death and more death shall marry life, and the graves shall cast out it's scandals. the families shall be in trouble because their hour has been called. old and new, fate and exit both fall the fruit she stood there not knowing that she was still nude. a rotten time to plot his fate for the bite of the fruit told, and death stood in friendship to hold his soul. where death put great men the sons of the king shall be born stillborn, when the temple of the roman there shall be given a great pardon, and a doubtful man shall wish to help but is only there to kill the west and none shall stand against his great imprisonment, for there in the sand stand the pope who will occupy Cyprus.

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