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Raise your flag-wear your cross, stand silent of the cost. |
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Our spoiled rotten nation has taken for granted our blessings, putting more faith in an inconclusive science, than our maker, our first love. |
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The church age in |
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America is coming to its end, vanished, gone in the blink of an eye, and then you will see the peace of man. |
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The piece of man that desires death, the worst ways imaginable. |
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The fallacies of our perfections are revealed in the eradication of our foundation. |
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Nuclear showers invade our land, controlled under dark command. |
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Lifeless families lay desolate, while radiation suits stare down upon there deformity. |
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When will you learn humanity needs a savior? |
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Seek deeper revelation before the fall of a nation. |
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Salvation. |
