My children, call not yourself Americans, but call yourselves the whores of the false messiah. Do not think that the son of lies in this Barack Obama happened upon you by accident in his title of messiah, for this blasphemy was deliberate by his lords and priests of Europe whom he serves for the coming anti Christ.
They knew the breach in this in installing a false messiah as an abomination which will make desolate the American lands, for that Office at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue is the Lord Christ's, for He founded America in His Founders and you are a His children by the line of Joseph in his son Mannaseh, prophesied by Moses and Jacob to be the most powerful and fruitful nation ever, for the purpose of funding the Gospel to bring the message of Redemption to the people of the world.
Now you have become a message of blasphemy in your national sins of aborticide, rape, slovenness, Godlessness and lies. You are the children of satan by this false witness Obama and he has sold you down to Egypt by Philistine traders.
I opened the book and it was written front to back the prophecy of lamentations, mournings and woes for you my children. Some have heard and most have scorned in arrogance, but the fate of your nation is what follows.
The slave traders have come for you, and they will come to scrape you to the bone. Want, need and emptiness will be your plate.
They will come in clever ways to take your flour from you. If they bring prosperity, it will be to move you to borrow money cheaply and then raise your interest rates to where you can not pay, and then they will own you as Pharoah did.
If they come with your lack, they will make you a welfare people to be fed as Pharoah did in even your children will be owned by him and your houses.
You have no Redemption for your Redeemer you have cast to refuse dump for your Obama, and now you will be cast to the refuse dump in an eye for an eye, a messiah for a Messiah, a tooth for a tooth and a garbage pit for an abyss.
Do not awaken to this, but sleep for in your ignorant bliss you will sleep the perpetual sleep. The days come in your days when you will know of the piles of dead of your people and none will come to bury nor to mourn.
They own your food, they own your money, they own your nation and they own you. You are in the cattle cars and do not know you have been captured.
They break away and shatter pieces of the American Temple and carry them back to Babylon. There they drink from your cup in orgy, drunken upon the blood of your perished souls.
You die my whorish brood and do not know you are dying. There is no election to save you for you have none with the heart of Christ to lead you. This is the time of the apostasy. The time of Judgment, for Judgment comes not upon the Righteous child, but upon the minion of disobedience.
You are the property of the son of the false witness. Your anti Christ will follow upon the path of empire paved with your stolen dollars and the asphalt of the highway is the glue of your blood from Soldiers and the glue of the bones of your aborted dead.
Has there ever been such a thing before, a free people building their own road to enslavement they willingly sold themselves into on their own rotting flesh and clotted blood.
Tell me the lies you tell yourselves, as your neighbors are enslaved and you in children of the government and bribe prosper, that you do not see this, but a satanic spirit is upon you to enjoy the rape of Angels like in sodom. You offer up your daughters to the mob to violate them and sit within your ease at dawn desiring to abide in that filth as you are so enamored to sin.
You dress yourself in pews, but under your clothes is the stench of a whore. Your gods you find can not be enough and you bring in more devils to pollute His land. moon demons of allah, molech consuming your aborted children, the incubus of pleasure in your sexual defilement. All of your High Days are low days in the debauchery of your filth.
I have sorrow for you, deep to Spiritual overflowing tears. I will hate you in the time that the national Judgment comes for then the Just will suffer the blow too, as you still will not change and look around by your son of the false witness for someone else to blame again for your evil.
Call yourself not Americans. You were born free from two sanctified parents, but upon your emancipation you sold yourself to a whoremonger and were self bonded in lust to your being ravished as you could not get enough.
And they stood from a distance in enraptured goodness, stunned and bewildered at their trust betrayed and none could believe they were sold by their own, who beckoned them on with more lies that tomorrow would be the place they would have the things they voted for.
They watched the orgy with disgust at the foul nature of it's lewdness. Yet they could not turn their eyes away, and their virgin hearts were seared with their sodom gaze.
She has brought forth in a day, and that generation which sees these things birthed, will not slumber until the tribulation of this death of a nation has been fulfilled.
Where is your messiah now? Does he end your drought? Does he make you set down to feed a nation gathered with a picnic basket of food? Does he walk upon the waters? Does he make you well or ration you death? Does he raise Trayvon Martin from the dead? Does he save the soul in Good News of Sheik bin Laden?
Surely your messiah, your god, your halo headed Obama, can do all these things. Has he not changed water into wine? Has he not been seen on the mount in Denver transfigured with Moses and Elijah. Has not a voice come from Heaven saying "This is my son"?
Was it not written of the shepherds coming after Angels proclaimed his birth and it was noised about all Hawaii as a record of him? Did not wise men from the Middle East come to John Kennedy after a star heralded Barry Chin's birth for weeks in asking him, "Where is born the messiah of the Americans for we have seen his star?"
Was not there one thing my children which was given a sign of him that you should follow him or was it you desired this messiah of death, because of your evil natures in lusting for someone to abort you and murder you, to make you suffer for all which was given to you by God and you spent it all in the brothel of your lusts.
Now the signs come for years in storms, in Presidential seals ripped away, and still you will not see the omen of the abyss which follows this rider of death.
You have gone to school a precocious brat and entered university for a degree in whore and have graduated to the street corner lifting your skirt.
You are told to change and will not change to do Good. Those who watched stunned will watch in silent knowing the execution of the bastards of Bolshevism is Justice done.
It is a silent time and the prudent remain so and read of the future in the not so distant past.
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