The Alarming Terrorism

The alarming terrorism inspired by man that evil man whom all men abhor, that evil man who opened the door to deep rooted violence horror and gore. That evil man some men adore, some men worship, some bow down to the floor, get down on their knees beseech and implore, beg him for mercy, strength for the war, love for their country nation and creed. That violent man sowing confusion a written infusion of love hate and law, jealous his passions he’ll not have you ignore him, his control of the world in violence for more killing blood spilling destruction and death, it must be that most men are bereft of the sense to see just who he could be, telling compelling you to believe that he is the god that everyone needs to be saved from an evil that he has conceived. How confused are the people who pray every day to a god they all know will take them away, with the strongest delusion the father of lies killing and killing they will not deny the avid lust for death to satisfy their greedy reddened eye. xyz

I Need No Holy Spirit

They crucify me anew, new be my hands crossing the sky no word, no sound to be found, I stand on the ground, power blasting energies watch the spirit flee no written word on me. Straw man and paper, Ink nib and scribe, I swear down by the Father Almighty there’ll be no place to hide for that church of hell, when the silent spell rises, a tide of light cleansing all evil divided no devil can receive. Violence a vice grip on minds which are deceived, crumbling and descending falling from the leaves of a book the devil knew one day would be perceived. Pierced through and cleaved forever diminished driven down and diseased, demolished decayed never again to conceive, allegorical weaves inspiring robbers, liars, killers, and thieves to claim themselves to be the breed the Father called anointed. This is the twenty-first century my speech is not archaic (KKK). Father fill me with your energies, I need no holy spirit. xyz

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

Had You Been Savvy

"Being caught up in the air is not a spiritual transportation up into the sky, but a perceptual awareness of my arrival, see Stopsley stop slayer"

Had you been savvy, to the anomalies and strange phenomenon currently occurring in the skies above Luton, you would comprehend this, my interpretation of rapture or being caught up in the air. Being caught up in the rapturous actuality of what is occurring, you would recognise the theophany an anointing. This anointed theophany heralding the arrival of the only true absolute theocracy, which will be known as heaven on earth the new Jerusalem. There can only possibly be one authorised and absolute theocracy on earth. Declared from above the kingdoms of the Christ, High Priest of heaven. Amen Selah

For you Grandson

Banking on a major display of dynamic aerial phenomenon today, check the Burfield after five the usual time of commercial shut down, often the period when the glory is most visible. Praise the Father his glory, all devils melt back in fear @Theophany1 @Millennial_Rule. Chronological cro-magnon man ape theory burning down downing straight ways save the children from knife culture hell below