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In the end-time story determined so long ago by so many prophetic messages. The wrath of Elohim descends to man on earth. I see a scale and it breaks a seal. An angel calls: We wanted to share the sound of harp and flute with you. But man chose to play around with hell-demons.

I see a scale and it breaks a seal. I see the world-human, so intensely bored with everything around them. There is nobody that can ever mend or heal their spiritual condition again. With another scale that breaks, I see the riding horse of Death and on its back rides the Executioner. The Knave of Spades is the rider and he spreads the pestilence in every ailment globally.

But I still hear the worldling mocking and jeering. And then, just after this, the big Godly silence descends suddenly. I see a scale, it breaks a seal and in madness, man is suddenly looking cross-eyed. But they call: It is perhaps just our imagination. In a shower-rain of hail, fire and brimstone, everything now becomes fatal.

I see a scale, it breaks a seal and it is the Judge of the end-time now commanding. So the world now has to pay dearly for their abominations. In an unprecedented drought, the last grain is grounded to dust. While plague upon plague devour the last greenery.  I see a scale and it breaks a seal.

I hear a voice:  Do not damage the oil and preserve the last bit of flour. In an unprecedented cataclysm the biggest earthquake ever comes to fetch thousands for the realm of death. I see the last scale. In the last world war it is now steel against steel. In nuclear bombs so fatal, the highest price ever is paid.