!!! HIGH ALERT !!!
!!! The end of our Freedom, of our Existence !!!
The mark of beast is a combination of the vaccine and the chips.
Anyone takes the vaccine becomes a hybrid, a killing machine, a zombie, so does the chips.
Anyone takes the vaccine and the mark of beast will be lost forevermore.
The pandemic is about to break out on a full scale. Because of My mercy, I have held it back
to let more people to
have more time to prepare, but how many have listened? I will not hold back any more.
Comparing with the first one, this next one will be so much worse, no country in the world can be
spared from it.
A large number of souls will fall into the pit of Hell because of this, do not cease praying for
the lost, I desire
all to be saved, no one to perish.
(Source)
THE SONG OF SOLOMON
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The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
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Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
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Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
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Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
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I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
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Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.
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Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?
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If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.
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I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
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Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
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We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
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While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
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A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
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My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi.
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Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.
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Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
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The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
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