In the year one thousand and twenty,
Cnut was in power...
Supporting the church,
Pagans devoured.
Around the same time,
The Slavs where told...
The Saviours reign was beginning to evolve.
From the throne
His righteousness spread...
Confirming His reign,
To the corners of the earth.
Giving dominion, with this new birth.
Could this have been the thousand year reign?
If it was, we are in for some pain..
As pagan doctrines once again show..
Where good is evil, and evil is good..
Where bitter is sweet, for the misunderstood..
Have we come to a fork in the road?
Where Deception is cruel..
Where the truth is not told.
The word of God doesn't lie.
Search the scriptures and find out why.
I am the good shepherd:
You are my flock.
Come into my pasture,
Away from the rot.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 12th, 2024 08:03
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Comments3
Oh, the world ended in 1914, don't ya know? So one group said it would.
Coeeee, you still there and living? I am. Though me brain cells may have gone on holiday. lol.
It's all a mystery, just waiting for the final trump (no don intended).
Excellent work.
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