Fire came from the instant, and it was upon the enemy. The enemy went blank, fell to his knees, and started blistering. If he could not put himself out, he would surely die, for it was the last moment. It would blister their tongues just to spit it out. And as hot as I am, so shall the smokeless fires burn, tops and bottoms of every limb, and every tree is not forsaken. For the Lord knows that its own path was taken care of, and on the road it is thin, no water, no water to dig, but we follow on until we dry up. In the enemy, cannot go. The enemy must stay. They must stay up on the dirt, the rocks, and their rocks are hot, and they die every day. Upon This Rock, and their foundations no more. It's that crumbled. For I, Roger Grant, have seen the coming and the glory of its coming within our own heaven. I heard the loud thunder and the bright light coming from the south, coming from the future, and it will be here, and we will be amazed to hear God speak again. And as these who are washed up float, so shall they be dead. Only God, the woman, can raise the dead from the water. Only the woman can be in the morning and rise out of the water in the evening. Upon This Day, social, our foundation bear truth upon my writing in God's voice within our hearts, so shall we all know the truth, and a new foundation that set of world upon its Heavenly universe. And Upon This Day, it is I, Roger, who witnesses, testifies for the living flesh of God's children for the Almighty.
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