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Seven Hellish YearsPosted Thursday, March 17, 2011, at 12:16 PM
Planes fly, Tanks fly, Billions of people are going to die. Saved, saved; unsaved, not; sad that had to even be a thought.
By Arley Steinhour 031711
Watch and pray, till Jesus comes, with Snatching on His heart,
He comes down to lowest heaven, and calls us to depart.
We're not appointed Wrath by Him, so up, away, we go,
To meet our Jesus in the air, mortality no more to know.
Tears wiped dry, by our King, suffering never more,
The world askew, insane and worse, constantly at war.
The man Saint John stated that the Beast, or Anti-Christ, appears,
Convincing most folk to agree, to a Peace lasting Seven Years.
First three point five, will be tough years, but safe for Israel and more,
As Wonder-man gains control of Earth, almost shore to shore.
Midpoint of the Seven, the Beast is killed, and resurrects some how,
Satan In-dwelt, calls self god, and everyone must worship him, now.
He turns against the Jewish folk, with Christians close behind,
His Prophet man takes things in hand, Satanically Divined.
We take the 'Mark' and worship Beast, or very cruelly die,
Heads will roll, to keep our Faith, many desert us for his lie.
The second half of that seven proves to be on earth a total Hell,
Good and Faithful Beastly die, until scarce as water in dry well.
God's Judgments and His Bowls of Wrath, does prove Tit for Tat,
Most of mankind has lost their lives, when Armageddon comes up to bat.
The Beast will make that great push, to eradicate his foe,
Jews and Christians, in Jerusalem, have no where else to go.
Jesus with His army arriving just in time for Him Speak His Words,
Quickly war is over, with nothing left but dead to feed the birds.
Satan chained in bottomless pit, till One Thousand Years, alone,
Then, the final Chapter plays, to the Great White Throne.
... Stay Tuned. AMEN
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