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Acceptance of evil is no virtue. Heed not the foul words of deceiving spirits, nor the doctrines of demons.
Eschew wickedness and hold fast to integrity in these dark days. Wormwood approaches and the lines of battle have been drawn.

Good Riddance.

I am no saint. I have sinned enough for a dozen lifetimes, yet 3 years ago, I did hear the call of my Lord, and was thus reborn in spirit.

 An angel did visit me. She spoke, in a voice which filled my heart to bursting with divine love, and prophesied, "son of man, I shall make thee a watchman unto your brothers and sisters: therefore hear the word at my mouth, and give them warning from me. A star shall fall from Heaven, burning as a lamp. This star shall be called wormwood and the cursed land upon which it falls shall also come to be known as wormwood. The very waters shall blacken and mankind shall sicken and fall as overripe fruit from a tree. This fell day shall be but a taste of a new age of darkness. Wormwood shall awaken the Unspeakable One. Yea, the Great Whale shall rise and there shall be a Hell on Earth. He shall release the demonic multitude and lay the land desolate and the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve shall howl and cry and tear their hair. Gird yourself in the breastplate of faith and love, and for an helmet, the hope of salvation."

 And so, my beloved kinsmen, it is my wish that you who hear this warning shall make pains to prepare for the Final Battle. Yea, did not Noah, having been warned of things not seen as yet, moved with fear, prepare an ark to the saving of his house? And did he not so become heir of the righteousness due a man of faith in dread times?

 He that heareth the sound of the blessed trumpet and take not warning, his blood shall be upon him. But he that taketh warning shall deliver his soul.

[FONT size=3]Matthew 17:20.
The author was not I, but one whose feet I am not worthy to wash.[/FONT]  

What I do I do out of love for mankind and so I recieve your lashes gratefully. It was foretold, and now has come to pass that mankind will depart from the faith, giving heed to deceiving spirits and doctrines of demons. When I suffer the blows of the lost sheep I gird myself in the breastplate of faith and love, and for an helmet, the hope of salvation.

To be human is to suffer weakness.
At times my spirit falters when I think of the multitude who shall fall to the Great Whale's dark embrace and never taste the sweet joy of paradise. Yet I persist in my faith, and it nourishes me. For was it not written, if ye have faith as a grain of mustard-seed ye shall say unto the mountain, remove hence to yonder place, and it shall remove?

When shall the Unspeakable One rise? His power grows, but he awaits an event which has been foretold.

Yea, a star shall fall from heaven, burning as a lamp and the star shall be called wormwood and the land upon which it falls shall also come to be known as wormwood and the waters shall blacken and mankind shall sicken in its bitter wake. The "star" is close, yet a cosmic furnace was not its womb. Mankind shall awaken Him with a tool of their own invention.

Mundane weapons trouble Him not. Our darts are counted as stubble, He laugheth at the shaking of a spear.

 But still will the armies of men array against him. They shall wake up the mighty men, beat their plowshares into swords and their pruninghooks into spears. The weak shall say "I am strong", yet in the end shall they steam as piles of offal upon the field of battle.

 

Be not deceived, The Creator is not mocked, for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.

No hope for your phsyical selves, nay. For while there is hope of a tree if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease, the Vile Unspeakable One shall allow no seed to escape His wrath. On this physical plane you shall be ground to dust. It comes. And yea, you feel it deep within yet wage battle to silence the voice of truth.

Woe unto you that are full, for ye shall hunger. And Woe unto you that laugh now, for ye shall mourn and weep when the Great Whale doth rise from the depths and consume mankind body and soul.

Flesh is transitory. Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness, for they shall be filled.

In the end of days, our flesh shall be clothed with worms and clods of dust; our skin shall be broken, and become loathsome. Starvation shall hold sway across the globe and the flesh of humankind shall be consumed away, so it cannot be seen; and yea our bones that were not seen shall stick out.

Time yet remains to safegaurd thy soul as the shadow of He Who Shall Not Be Named spreads across the realm of men. Yea, tremble, for the Final Battle doth approach.

 His trumpet shall blow, calling forth the demonic multitude. Howl, and cry; and wallow yourselves in the ashes, for the days of your slaughter and of your dispersion are nigh; and ye shall fall like a pleasant vessel before His might.

 The Vile and Unspeakable One cometh, cruel both with wrath and fierce anger, He shall lay the land desolate: and He shall destroy the sinner and the pure of heart alike.

 The brave amongst us shall puff themselves up, but fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear Him which is able to destroy both soul and body, for He shall consume you and your substance shall stoke the flames of His rage for all eternity unless first thy soul be cleansed.

 The time is short. Watch for the signs of His coming.

I am making stone ground pasta and roasted tomatoes with some wine. It is not a sin to enjoy the bounty that the Creator provides, within reason.