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Oh, the end-time message is bitter, but the end is sweet. Thus, more and more infrastructures are beginning to fall into disrepair. The storms are raging globally, with the rivers also in flood upon flood.

Unquenchable fires began to rage everywhere, consuming and destroying. Therefore the war began to speed from country to country like a wind-driven wildfire. Yes, with human blood spilled like springs in full flood.

The plague triumphed in an immeasurably long funeral procession. Corpses lay scattered like discarded goods. A voice cried: Oh, where is there still any more manhood?

Oh, where is there still a national leader who will be able to feed his followers in the great famine? Oh, the end-time message remains gall-bitter for the worldly, because they must pay for their evil deeds.

But the end of all this is sugar-sweet for Sion and the true Jerusalem. With the prospect of a thousand-year reign of peace, intended only for the sealed, chosen ones.