Possessor Rothschild, minion Barack Osseiran, you Soros and Buffett who style yourselves lieutenants to the adversary, you, baal, David Rockefeller, let God's People go from Washington to Oslo to London to Melbourne to Paris to Winnipeg to Jerusalem, let His Children go!
Do right to the King of Heaven, His Name is hallow, exodus yourselves from the Virgin and Her Sisters, whom you have enslaved and defiled. Render to the hag the keys to the towns, the gates of the country and locks on the vaults of all you have violated in these Whom God Prevails
The hag you have prostituted, but think not that she is not chosen. You, who have stolen the thrones of Christ in the Lands, do not think you can undo the Promise of that Priest King.
You mob of gloom pay for what you have stolen and depart in safety to your Babylonian haunts and Assyrian keep to your shadow abode..
You serviles, federal police and mercenary troops, stand down and do not stand against the King of Heaven in His Will for His American Virgin. Be Faithful or in Name of God be gone to the nether of Europe you serve.
Possessor Rothschild, if you do not let His People go, then the Lord will take His Thrones and put the hag where her cowardice fears. The King of Heaven will establish the Ones Who will be seated on Those Thrones and divide the spoil of your den of thieves.
Word for Word, Angel for Angel, body for body, the bonds will be snapped to never be tied again. The King of Heaven comes, so flee to the pit. Be gone to your place in Christ's Name!
Think not that the mischief you have done will prevail nor that the bastard rape of the Virgin will go unpunished by God. The hag of Alaska has done her part in prophetic reflection of slave and whore for the sins done to the American Virgin.
Think not that Jehanne is not here. Her Royale Color guards the One of the speaker and those who silence here the footstool, are at war with the Voice of God in Heaven.
Think not that you will hold the Republics, Commonwealth and States from the King of Heaven nor from His Chosen. She Who fought with the Sword of France whets it for another of Reuben as She tends the one as Chief of War.
The Swords are whetted thirteen times over.
If you do not believe these Words, then whenever the Word will find you, it will be a Blade Holy to the King of Heaven's Right. Be certain God will send more help to the Chosen than you can initiate. We will see who has the Ownership Right to These Peoples, This Treasure, Those Lands, the King of Heaven or you.
It will be a noise such has not been made these six thousand years.
Minion, think not you are the One, no more than the bastard of perdition of the pit, The Crusader will come to bring the finest deed of Christendom, the Second Exodus and the Liberation to the Promised Land. Minion be gone, and if you do not, you and the assorts will be reminded by the Possessor of your great wrongs.
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