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From whose seed are you, Christian? From the one of Abraham’s, and so you went from generation to generation, and know that you have great blessing through your ancestor. Do you believe? If you do not commit sins, you go to Abraham’s bosom.
My people, My people, I am sent by the Father to accomplish the last prophecy which remained since eternity.
My people hold tight! Hold on! Once again, hold tight! For many Christians climbed steps, walked a long way, put their hand on the gate and at the gate they fell down, they fell down at the gate; they could no longer set their foot on the step, for they were guilty of pun-ishment, they were guilty of curses, they were guilty of life; they could no longer withstand.
My long black hair flowed down my back to my hips. I had on a pair of khaki shorts that were cut mid-thigh. They were worn out, and charred from the heat. I wore a small black shirt that barely fit, and had many small holes, from years of wearing. My gloves, missing the fingers were black, along with my combat boots. I had two leather straps that formed a huge “x” on my shoulder, chest, and stomach, on the back was a long sleek sword, encrusted with jewels. I must have been a sight to see to those who I led towards the underworld. I still remember the day in fact, the day my journey began…
From whose seed are you, Christian? From the one of Abraham’s, and so you went from generation to generation, and know that you have great blessing through your ancestor. Do you believe? If you do not commit sins, you go to Abraham’s bosom.
My people, My people, I am sent by the Father to accomplish the last prophecy which remained since eternity.
My people hold tight! Hold on! Once again, hold tight! For many Christians climbed steps, walked a long way, put their hand on the gate and at the gate they fell down, they fell down at the gate; they could no longer set their foot on the step, for they were guilty of pun-ishment, they were guilty of curses, they were guilty of life; they could no longer withstand.
My long black hair flowed down my back to my hips. I had on a pair of khaki shorts that were cut mid-thigh. They were worn out, and charred from the heat. I wore a small black shirt that barely fit, and had many small holes, from years of wearing. My gloves, missing the fingers were black, along with my combat boots. I had two leather straps that formed a huge “x” on my shoulder, chest, and stomach, on the back was a long sleek sword, encrusted with jewels. I must have been a sight to see to those who I led towards the underworld. I still remember the day in fact, the day my journey began…