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Final Days of Seven YearsPosted Thursday, May 26, 2011, at 3:44 PM
Bright, so Bright the Shakainah Glory Light, it drives away all darkness and night. The Word cuts like a two edged sword, and instantly they die
By Arley Steinhour 052611
Two Hundred Million valiant men
Will stand tall on Megiddo plain
Look to the sky, and then know why
Death comes down, like shining Rain.
Too late to take away the mark
That is branded on their hand
They joined the Beast and promises
Running rampant throughout the land.
'He is The One, the Only One'
They had cried three years before day
When he proclaimed himself as god
Christians and Jews, quickly ran away.
More than a year it took them
To guillotine the Christian hoard
Singing songs of Godly Praise
As they lay neck on the board.
Seven years Tribulation passed
Much quicker than one might think
The mighty one rose to power in three
Followed by three of death, and stink.
Most by now have figured out
'We chose to follow the wrong man'
The other choice called Jesus
Was a myth, and 'King of that Hater Clan.'
Christians had learned to hide quite well
Working mostly in the dark of night
Telling those without the mark
Follow Jesus, He'll bring to them the fight.
Now, here they stand on Megiddo Plain
Preparing to fight the Leader of that Clan
Not many Christians left alive
How could He win without a fighting man?
Up in the sky a light began to glow
On this darkest night of nights
Brighter, Brighter, ever Brighter
The Light washed away the night.
Weapons drawn and at the ready
Prepared to repel a mighty hoard
But only one man on white horse
Came, in His mouth a mighty sword.
A word He spoke, that danced and flew
From the edge of sword on every side
Soldiers standing, never heard
Two Hundred Million fighters died.
His Glory shining brightly
The war on earth complete
Every person still left alive
Yet to bend knee at His Feet.
A Thousand years the Kingdom
To make all things complete
With one last time for Satan
His final fate then meet.
That should be another story
But it's really short you see
He finds a bunch of rebels
God speaks they're all dead meat.
That's an ETERNAL AMEN, folks
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