What Moor?

What more proof do you want? Is it not I am he who walks the theophany sky. Stand he not on the mount of "Oh live" shout the Cherubs "Yeshua first begotten Son of the Almighty" all eyes will see peace healer warrior priest arriving strident with white stallion like clouds on high large and looming closely. Battle in array, conclusion forgone, he throws teasers asunder to the bottomless, for armour get on elbow, poker lips, my reward is with me, foetus to be all heal. Amen Selah

To The Creator Belongs All Praise

Give the Creator all the praise, today is His Son glorified. Visible aerial power radiating light for all to see "ignition" fire down the devilry. You know well goat that your days are numbered, are not the heavens declaring the victory. To Him who is ZZ omniscience punctuate pull down and puncture all deviant reprobate immobilised and stilled, asteroids cast asunder; for He stir eggs to hell below. Obdurate enemy unable to move against Him, who with one blast burns alive any who dare to test His celestial authority. Observe the dawn rising, study carefully the initial point of light. See the radiant glory pierce the dozy dimness to radiate brilliantly, to dash asunder that devil dusted and matter doored is thrown to earth bellow, cast down to suck the darkness of his soily rock hidey hole. Amen Selah