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Of the times and of the seasons, of these I need to write For ye know not one iota, what it is that I do cite I cite the Word of God, the King James Version to be sure The only Book that does exist, that is Holy and is Pure There’s coming a Day soon, as a thief that’s in the night In dark foreboding gloom, then gone will be all Light When “peace and safety” they shall say, then Destruction is abrupt From which there’s no escape, and you cannot interrupt Why is this you may ask?…you are appointed unto WRATH! Ignore this if you will, and skip along your merry path
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
1st Thessalonians Chapter 5
Of the times and of the seasons, of these I need to write For ye know not one iota, what it is that I do cite I cite the Word of God, the King James Version to be sure The only Book that does exist, that is Holy and is Pure There’s coming a Day soon, as a thief that’s in the night In dark foreboding gloom, then gone will be all Light When “peace and safety” they shall say, then Destruction is abrupt From which there’s no escape, and you cannot interrupt Why is this you may ask?…you are appointed unto WRATH! Ignore this if you will, and skip along your merry path
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
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