Goodbye...Goodbye to the wretched city of disgrace. Oh Babylon, how you consume so much darkness. How the will of the wicked corses through your veins like currents through elecrical wiring. How long must the just be further down-trodden by the masters who hold you reigns? Fornication with the Lord of the Air has sealed a fate worse than death for the inhabitants of your land. Long envied, but now, all you have done is let wicked ones violate the peace and serenity of the just. Follow not my words inhabitants of Babylon, but follow my heart. For the time of change is at hand. Enemies know that Babylon will not stand forever. In time, your walls will become dust. Your fields and plains will be covered in the blood of the just and wicked alike. No more men and women to tend your fields. No more children running along your once beautiful streets to their imaginations are content. FOR THE DAY OF THE LORD HAS COME...AND THE WICKED SHALL RETURN TO HELL IN ALL THE NATIONS THAT FORGET GOD...FOR THE LOVE OF YOUR OWN VANITY WILL BE THE FINAL CAUSE OF YOUR DESTRUCTION.
Reason for writing:
It all goes to my belief that we are heading towards Armageddon at a break-neck speed. I believe it, it doesn't matter if you don't.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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