Dark Gory Truth

Society is like patience on a smiling at grief. Things are not what they seem in this world of glitter and gleam and advertising. Society is a sinking ship tottering unstable and nodding to its fall.  It is no yacht or floating palace.  This ship called society, is tottering down, down, unresistingly submitting itself to cool, temperate waters.  It's fall of the curtain for certain.  We're stuck in the mud and rolling in the mere just like the wicked who drowned in the flood of Noah's day. Like a candle flickers just before it dies; the flame of love is dying. The world is evil-favored marching to its end. Like the Devil, Satan; it will have to bend.  Overload of knowledge doesn't help our race. Everyone is wearing mutilating utensils in their face and walking around looking like chickens. If they can't see it. They can't peck it. A famine is happening in peoples' minds. It comes from the evil spirits of the air--demons!1

People are worshipping Satan and become like animals--blood-sucking varmints. Casinos and bingos fill their pockets while skies fill with probes and rockets.  Although the dragon is admired; his power won't last.  People are becoming known by his number and his name as foretold.2

If they don't get out; they will suffer the plagues. There will be no haven or harbor nor place to embark; no light or electricity; just the dark. The race is run to its bitter end. Six Sixty six is counterfeit and sits with the angel of the darkest pit. This leaves God's creatures sad.3

People need divine rescue and there is help for the human race. A light is flashing in this tunnel of cloud and gloom. But not all will find it. The handwriting is on the wall and this is your final trumpet call.4