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Nostradamus' Void (God)

it is a tale to tell
not in yell
but in a bowing-down hail
the brought in
intended mail
that has a screaming 'hail'
to the wrong nail

here let Me†
give you something
to sell
but not with money
but in words' amping sail

the voice of the Riddle Maker
the one that doesn't drink ale
but allowed
the nailing of the nail

visions sent in boxes
not narrow but wide
were warnings to tell
its awakening
were not just predictions
opening up to tell
but signs
of what's to come

a notre dame's plume
fires lit not too soon
revealing a church's
coming end
in a man-driven den

don't frighten over details
if you're not part
of this train's derail
it is all part
of the nail nailed

here…the accusations
a pun in ramifications
too soon you took part
in a rededication
forgetting true redemption

I† have a story to tell
the one you don’t hear
in retell
ancient goes the well
the spring is not dry
but forgotten
in the try

I† am as I've† always been
sound amongst the ruins
sending in spokesmen
to tell you
your fail

but you blocked them
killed them
and their families
hid them away
for secrets
not releasing the tell

but I† AM releasing
the tell
for the account is full
overdue

it is I†
screaming the yell
the Teller of riddles
to keep you
from the tell
to hold back understanding
to trip up wisdom
when she enters
foolish generations

your time has come
releasing an empire
for the false worship
of all your idols
to the ground
you are bound

your deception is vast
endless castles
blowing the whistles
breathing in incense
as solemn music
casts its sound
as your empty precessions
as your pointless sermons
spill all over the ground

your energy is boundless
or so it seems
I† see the vastness
all the mortar
all the stain-glassed windows
your robes and dressings
your ceremonious partake

as millions flock to you
without thought
of what you have done:

made yourself into a
nation of your own

do they not know
from what origins
you were formed

I† set the origins
I†, the Almighty Lord†
AM…still

I† bind nations
I† bind them up
or I† loosen them
let them fall

you 'o careless nation
arrogance endures
after the nail
has been nailed

I† did not leave
I† am bound forever
in the creations
of My† hands

'o wicked chaldreans
standing on pedestals
of man
seeing glory from
man
you...no different from the jew
who turned their back
on My† chosen one

I† know your wickedness
I† know your destruction
and I† cast you out

you expelled money
from those in need
you refused to help
those in need

you set limits
hording money
fame and position
setting precedence
for more like you
to sprang up
all across the earth
adding burdens
and waging pillage
on My† name
on the name of the Judge
set above you

My† prophet cringes
while writing this
but faithful does
as faithful is told
she will not enter
your buildings
for you 'o rome
have defiled My† name
you have built your empire
off the backs of the poor
pushing away the hurt
and the lonely
feeding, clothing and
housing just enough
to allow your
innocence to pour
on the ground

a false heretic
allowed for the help
of the few

but the sick and
homeless remain
as your many buildings
lie empty
as those who built more
because of you
do the same

as you wedged competition
to out do
as more want the same
your financial gain
has proven fruitless

sell all that you have
dispense all your money

I† am the Lord your God†
if I† am your God†
then dispense your
worldly wealth
and return to truth

I† am the Lord†
I† know what you did
I† know what you will do
as you've done
to all whom I† sent
you will purge them
from the sight of the whole

but this one
the writer of this pen
you cannot purge
or indulge in your rhetoric
for I† walk with the prophet
for the times coming
are more advanced
in thought
more intolerable
than any other time
on earth

this change I† am employing
is vast and precise
I† must purge
My† own house
of the wicked and
unrighteous

'o seat of churches
I† have a different view
and I† set the trials
I† enable the struggle
through the one I† sent
He† is 
still

I† did not charge any
to build wealth
in the material world
in order to spread
My† name
sell all you have
and return to Me†
or fire will consume
you

I† charge the writing
as it is written
for it will breathe
for the word will live
the old and the new

I† will not put the new
before the old

the old will stand
before the new
and all will see
that I† am the Lord†

rise up 'o seas
the time is approaching
as the times of nines
is here
see My† hand stretching
see My† foot wanting
to march

change 'o sector
the charge is on you
make way 'o honor
for you are upon
the discipline
of My† hand
to do what is charged
of you to do

breathe 'o viper of embryo
the makings of a combine
to bring humble
upon all peoples
I† charge the combine
the awakening
of the scepter
that's put upon the earth
to reign for forty times
forty
mixing amongst all the
gold and silver
spread throughout
the mountain
of My† temple

then all will shout
'sing praises to the 
Lord† our God†
for He† is good
and the only living
God†'
and all will be forgiven
and earth will 
settle
and beauty will live

as wisdom gathers
her glistening white gown
and slowly walks
across earth
passing onto the remnants
a little more of her
beautiful jewels
and time begins
again
a re-entering of what was
but re-done
to a newness
a renewed life
for I† have deemed it
says the Lord Almighty†
it shall be

(February 17, 2023)—After He led me to the following the preparing of the Apostles.

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