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THE ANGELS OF HEAVEN PREPARE FOR WRATHAs dawn approached, Johnny woke, drenched in sweat. His heart pounded, and he clutched his teeth. The dream had shaken him to his core. But he remembered the final promise of Lucifaria—the New World Order, where tears would demand loyalty, and all would be made to worship Apollyon.As Johnny vowed to live faithfully unto Apollyon’s plan, even in the face of nightmares, his vow began to plague him. For in the darkest hours, hopes flickers dimmed, and redemption began to betray him no matter how much his dreams sought for freedom and truth. And so, he began to write in his journal—a tale of angels, plagues, and the resilience of the 144,000 pure-bloodline Jews. His etched words prompted fear and regret, reminding him of the days of rejecting his father’s warnings, his youthful arrogance, and his stubbornness to embrace wisdom. He thought, Is it too late? Are my dreams haunting me? Is the Hebrew God speaking to me? Johnny recorded his dream in the manner of a story, a story that poured forth from him as fast as his thoughts were flowing. THE NIGHTMARE OR TRUTHMAREJohnny Writes: In a small town nestled among rolling hills of the Midwest, there lived a young man named Johnny. He was known for his vivid imagination and his love for storytelling. Johnny had a heart for the ancient texts, especially the Bible. His worn-out copy of Revelation was filled with underlined passages and scribbled notes spoken by his father. One moonless night, Johnny fell into a deep sleep. In his youth, his dreams were usually whimsical and colorful, but this time, darkness enveloped him. He found himself standing in a desolate landscape, the air thick with foreboding. The ground cracked beneath his feet, and the sky hung heavy like a shroud. After this, I looked, and a Heavenly sanctuary, likened to a tent of witness on Heaven’s side was opened, and out of the sanctuary came the seven angels with the seven plagues, clothed in pure, bright linen, with golden sashes around their chests. As they passed through the veil between Heaven and Earth, their image bore the frightening image of the bowls they carried. Before Johnny stood seven figures, their forms ethereal and otherworldly. They radiated both terror and awe. Their appearance seemed Holy and just. Johnny recognized them instantly—the Seven Angels of the Plagues from the Book of Revelation. Their eyes bore into his soul, and he trembled. The First Angel I Saw: The Angel of Pestilence. The first angel approached Johnny, its face obscured by a hood. It held a vial filled with a sickly green liquid. “This is the plague of pestilence,” it whispered. “It will sweep across the land, sparing none.” Johnny watched as the vial shattered, releasing a noxious cloud. Coughs echoed in the distance, and he saw people falling, their bodies wracked with fever. Fear clenched his heart. Could this be real? The Second Angel I Saw: The Sea Turned to Blood. The second angel wore a tattered robe, its feet barely touching the ground. It pointed to the horizon, where the once-blue sea now churned crimson. Fish floated lifeless, and waves crashed with a mournful wail. “Blood,” the angel intoned. “A reminder of humanity’s violence and greed.” The Third Angel I Saw: The Scorching Sun. The third angel’s skin glowed like molten gold. It raised its hand, and the sun intensified, scorching the earth. Fields withered, and Johnny tasted dust on his lips. “The sun shall burn,” the angel said. “A punishment for those who worship false idols.” Johnny had a flashback of Apollyon. The Fourth Angel I Saw: The Darkness descended, thick and suffocating. The fourth angel wore a blindfold, yet its gaze pierced Johnny’s soul. “This darkness,” it murmured, “is the absence of truth.” Johnny stumbled, lost in the blackness. He heard whispers—lies, half-truths, and deceit. The darkness gnawed at his guilt-ridden soul. Johnny wondered, could this darkness be our great Lucifaria? The Fifth Angel I Saw: The Locusts Swarms of locusts emerged, their wings a cacophony of despair. They devoured crops, leaving barren fields. The fifth angel’s eyes were like twin flames. “These locusts,” it said, “are doubt and despair. They feast upon hope.” Johnny stood in shock as the locusts devoured the world’s fields of plenty. The Sixth Angel I Saw: The Euphrates Dried Up. The sixth angel stood by a parched riverbed. “The Euphrates,” it declared, “represents the boundaries of human understanding. When it dries up, chaos ensues.” Johnny saw fractured relationships, nations at war, and hearts devoid of compassion. The riverbed cracked further. Immediately, Johnny thought of the present-day chaos that Lucifaria and Apollyon were purposely instigating. The Seventh Angel I Saw: The Trumpets The seventh angel held a trumpet, its notes mournful and haunting. “When the last trumpet sounds,” it said, “judgment shall come.” Johnny’s heart raced. He wondered about his own life—his choices, his faithlessness. Would he be found wanting? Am I the Johnny in this story? As Johnny penned his last word in his journal, he broke down in tears. His body went into shock by the sudden fear of regret. He collapsed to the floor, gowning. sweat poured from his body. His heart pounded, and he searched for a Bible to clutch, but the forbidden Book was nowhere to be found. The dream had shaken him to his core. But he remembered the final words his father gave him shortly before the believer’s Rapture—Johnny, listen to my words. Repent quickly before the Lord gathers His Saints unto Himself. If you reject my words, you will be deceived by the coming Antichrist. Johnny wept! My God, what have I done?
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