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Your money, gold and fine cars will do you no good. For around your neck, and about your

ankles, you shall wear chains of darkness—blacker than the midnight of the furthermost

depths of the fathomless deep! Even for all eternity. Yeah! Your spirit shall be alive, but

your body will not exist. All your desires will be present with you, but you shall not be

fulfilled. For thick, deep, black darkness shall engulf your spirit forever more. ITS TIME

TO STOP YALL!

How long do we think we can exist this way? I looked into the future and saw a police

state! There was no welfare or benevolent system! And everywhere the people traveled,

they had to show proof of who they were, and where they were going! Every highway was

blocked and guarded! And only those with occupations and productive businesses were

allowed to travel thereon. In this place, there was no tolerance for dead weight, just as

loathsome roaches are exterminated and worrisome pests are destroyed, I saw a great

holocaust! ITS TIME TO STOP YALL! In this place, money as we know it does not exist.

The very money we are now selling ourselves for had no value at all.

I sit by the ocean with my hands folded against my chest—my soul is in turmoil—my mind

has no rest. Run to them plead with them, is my spirits call. But, when I see your hardness

of heart, I say no, no, no, I will not go at all! For who will hear me, I ask the Lord? See!

They are blinded like wild animals, and spell bound by bright shiny things! Their God is

money, cocaine, gold, and diamond rings. Why must I give up my life to go to a people

that will laugh in my face; to those who don’t believe in that eternal place.

There are a few that’s standing steadfast and true. Maybe together they can see the fallen

ones through. Yet, It’s hard and impossible, to call a people that has made up their minds

to die. Maybe just for today, I’ll sit by the ocean and cry. For what is impossible for man, is

possible for God.

Each day a baby dies, a loving mother cries. Senior citizens living in fear, knowing that by

the hands of their children’s children, they may die. Doors locked, windows barred, living