The next Thirty years will define the church
The next Twenty years will refine the church
There will be civil war – not over blues and greys but over truth and gays ?
The real church will be for the rising and falling of many
Swords will pierce the hearts of good shepherds
Our children, sour milk fed, misinformed and deceptively misled
Whose faith is nothing but a castle on the sand
Will be washed away by the incoming tide
Christendom will be destitute
Christendom will become an open whore
Spreading her legs ever wider
There will be civil unrest
Clashes on the streets
Islam shall raise itself up and the country shall cower before it
Islam and Secular Humanism, clothed in gay attire and spouting BBC PC speak
Shall for only small time
Fight like Hyenas over the corpse of this once Christian country
The remnant will watch in envy at being sidelined from such a fight
The remnant shall seek a new exodus from these lands
Another pilgrimage to the land of promise
But to where? The door is being bolted
Only money shall find a way
All is lost
There are no blacksmiths in the land and
There is no generation with a sword in its mouth or with fire in its belly
Like lolling Laodicean imbeciles, the church, like a blind fool
Is sat in the corner, happy to wear her dunces cap
She refuses to repent and is happy to be blind
Even so, all her trinkets and toys shall be taken from her
They shall be taken in an instant
Oh church of Jesus Christ
The wrath of God is ready to be revealed against all unrighteousness
But You will not turn
You will not learn!
So, you will die along with them
Do not think you shall escape
Prepare yourselves to suffer
Many, prepare yourselves to die
The white of Albion is no more
All her gates have fallen
All is lost
Thursday, July 2, 2009
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