Before dust becomes equal to the ground again
And our air-way tears apart
When all human left tear stained
And lightning attain every living-fountain
Before the day wherein nothing counts anymore
A golden lampshade be broken by thunder
When mountains slowly crumble
And lies seduce us from heavenly truth
Before gates shall be closed
And blood settle for bodies
When the sparrow flies in finished freedom
While it sang the final song
Blacked sun Blood moon
Everything revolves around Him
When down inside your fear is naked
..Please dare to pray..
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Rev.13:16-18
‘And he forced everyone, small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand,
or in their foreheads
And that no one may buy or sell, except one who has the mark or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.
Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six’
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