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Conjectures

Conjectures of how this world will soon come to an end
The book of Revelations has already set in
All that have be prophesied 
by the prophets in the Living Word
Is right upon us for those who haven't heard
The evils have encamped
Demon homes look like thrones
Open up your eyes
it won't be very long
HELLs mouth  is wide open
ready to swallow all that fall 
Steadfast in the truth
The conjectures are the beginning of the angles call 

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Tony Taylor

Hey TERESA!!..... this actually a little frightening...... the idea that the "End Times" are upon us without being aware of it ......not only is frightening..... but makes one feel a blow to their lack of awareness!!......I don't agree it in its entirety..... but found it to be truly compelling ......making for a great read!!.....ALL STARS!!...... well done!!..... LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xo ?✳✴☀

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WormTendon

I found this quite good myself.  I admit though that the ending is a little open to interpretation, not clear, at least to me, as to which side of the stance your on regarding the idea.  I couldn't tell if hells mouth was implicated to swallow those that fall steadfast in the truth, or if hells mouth created the angled slope that called with conjecture.  You may have done this purposefully, and I do have my own opinions of course, nonetheless I thought it was worth noting.  

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