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The awakening
Has enticed anger to arise!
The sleeping giant
Is no more bewitched with slumber.
And their eyes are no longer scaled.
They have heeded the sounds of the trumpets.
The great awakening has commenced!
The scattered are now being gathered
And prepared for war.
With their swords in their fists,
And the breastplate of righteousness
Upon their chest.
And while their hearts are set ablazed,
Their enemies are burning with fear.
A fear that arouses their demonic rage.
But who can destroy warriors of the chosen?
The Great I AM, has placed his mark upon them.
Though the blood of the righteous has been spilled,
Through the eyes of the wicked,
They see their afflictions as inevitable deaths.
A laughing stock of walking graves.
And yet, they still crave for more genecide.
But even in the midst of slaughter,
THE VALLEY OF DRY BONES MUST LIVE!
The earth has been shaken.
And the nations fear of an uprising.
They should begin to hope
That the spirit of Prophet Turner,
Do not posses them that have risen,
In the Great Awakening...
-Jen'uwin Mor
