Exciting news and a special offer for you and yours, but you must act quickly or it will be too late. This 99.9% pure, 10 oz. gold bar honors Jesus’ final passion with a bas-relief picture of our Lord with his crown of thorns. But you must call now. Only a limited number of these holy icons were minted.
Behold and blow the kings of the earth, great men of empire, holy and rich men, commanders – the mighty men of every domain and every land. Behold and bow low slaves. Behold and bow low wage-slave free men within the rocks and gloom of mountains, in the mountains of darkness.
It’s a failure to pressure, a failure to sell. Call the number. Call it now. Stronger. Faster. More lethal than anything ever before. Your swords and trumpets. Your firelocks and bayonets. Your supersonic missiles fired at great distances, from across the sea. There are early judgments and later wrath. Near fulfillment and fulfillment far delayed. Both are yours. 'Vengeance is mine’ sayeth the Lord, and we’re doing the Lord’s work here. Pray for peace, sure. Sure. But Prepare for war.
Hide us from Him who sits upon the throne, from the things to come, the strong wrath of the Lord. Prophecy before our very eyes. Wake the mighty men. Let me hear them. This is the bomb! We will accomplish greater things, greater than anyone has ever seen before. Great things. Huge.
Great the grief of
hoarded gold.
Gaslight and
betrayal. Beware the profits of freemarket prophets.
I’m running away
from snakes at the door.
You should take care and consider carefully the fiery trial which is coming to you. Thrown into prison – but for punishments not corrections, not for testing. Alignment before assignment in your awestruck body. The works of the leprous flesh are the lust of uncleanliness and a despising of true government, selfwilled and unafraid to speak evil of dignitaries. Your body requires submission. Buy bitcoin and gold and beat your plowshares into swords before we beat your body into submission.
But the road is
closed at mental health.
The road is closed
at community.
Who cares? Call it whatever you want. They are people of no significance in this world and this is serious money. Are you in or are you a lemon-sparkle dusted pansy? These are serious days. These are days of war, days of destruction. Be warned: Wrath will be poured out and it will be ours.
Still the road is
closed at peace.
The road is closed
at safety.
Peace and safety! Peace and safety! Pffff! People will not recognize the catastrophes that are coming. Taken by surprise by the events that follow. Sudden destruction. Ten to One on a Thousand. The distress of a day. The darkness of four in the morning all of our days.
It’s all hype, of course. Hype and bluster and boasting. But you have to believe the hype if you want to make the sale.
With vertigo, with
bleeding wounds,
and fiscal anxiety
for the rest of us.
Great the grief of
hoarded gold.
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