Let the filthy remain filthy still. Till there be a great shaking in the land. The heavens shall roll together like a scroll and fire shall fall. The wicked shall gnash their teeth when they see the Holy One descend upon them in the fierceness of his wrath.
The summer has been cut short. The harvest is ended. The reapers have separated the profane from the holy. Hate the one, love the other. No man can serve two masters. And to whom YE yield your members to obey, his servants you are, whether sin unto eternal damnation, or obedience unto everlasting life.
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