Agreement of death [now: in spanish and english] - poetry
Contract of Death
I heard today, the cleric say:
He says the 'Antichrist' was now
Under our feet, here in the good
A 'Contract for Death,'
But the truth of the
Then, suicide atomic blast!. . .
Note by Rosa: I do not think Dennis wants to get into preaching, moderately he was anxious on how the associates were being made with today's actions and the prophet Daniel, whom he has studied, and the cleric was quoting. He of course of action put into his poetic form. He does it all the time, but doesn't often share it. Kind of watches where it is all chief to, if you know what I mean. So for those who are not biblical, it may not be of interest, and for those who are, the monk quoted a lot of the book as regards Daniel Chapters 9, 7, and 11. Rosa Penaloza
In Spanish Translated by: Nancy Penaloza
Contrato de Muerte
Lo escuché hoy día, el predicador dijo: "Daniel nos ha advertido hace mucho, de las pruebas y tribulaciones que ahora afrontamos, con nuestros enemigos?"
Él dice que "el Anticristo" está ahora en Europa gritando: "paz", y el "Eje de Mal", ya había colocado armas rusas atómicas ocultas
Bajo nuestros pies, aquí en el viejo buen corazón de los Estados Unidos; "El grito de Palestina por la paz,", añade es un arma cargada para Revelación 3:10;
América. Un "Contrato de Muerte"
Es lo que él lo llamó. ¿"Ahora qué puedo
decir"? Si cambio de canal, consigo Mickey Mouse, si me quedo aquí, consigo
los temblores. Pero la verdad del asunto
es: ¡No estamos nosotros simplemente esperando por el siguiente disparo?
entonces, ¡explosión suicidio atómico!. . .
See Dennis Siluk's books and travels at his website: http://dennissiluk. tripod. com
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