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What the End Like

So the morning star stood against the heavens, Then Jehovah sent mighty angels to battle against Lucifer, the devil. Lucifer fought with gangsters but lost; Being haul down to earth losing a side wing: Father of all lies, turn humanity against Jehovah, The creator of all things that was; That is and that someday may be. Humanity knew sin and fell short to the glory of God: His daily pace was directed by the footprint of the wicked one. God repented over humanity, but pitied the cause of change: Jehovah made his word as flesh among humanity, But wickedness of men draged the lamb of the world and nailed him to a cross. Amazingly, Jehovah resurrected Jesus Christ from the grave and Quickened and empowered the left eleven to go out there and preach the gospel. Sorrowful persecution and tribulation followed the disciples till their dying day: Now the walk hasn’t change, But the devil has implemented a strategy by music To lure and own as many as he could: Music has come to drive immorality through the heart and mind of many, Negatively, seducing the streets; changing money for fornication and fame. This shall slowly pervade lands upon lands until it covered the entire world. And the Bible been out of sight and mind, but, upon the hearts of the elects; Seen churches turned to shopping malls and club houses. These times the dragon has been held in the world; Bringing oneness among the people, and every culture: A new form of currency in a form of a mark; Those that should accept would receive every necessity available, But those that should rise against would be even robbed of the little they own. Wickedness would amass as God Almighty might for a while part with humanity. You could name it a world of mammon. Kirk of Satan could be found everywhere: Lovers of CHRIST JESUS, Getting persecutions through the test of time; Then at a day untold, CHRIST JESUS would break from the firmament, When the sky darkened; Those with the beast mark (tattoo) would be exposing by the great light; The sea would vomit (spiritually) every life in it. There would be no place for them to hide. They may cut themselves with blades and stones, wishing to escape the wrath of God. Judgment for the righteous would be honor but for the wicked shame.

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