Hearken, thou, until I relate that shall come to pass in ages of the world, for we are the of the triumph yet to come... a few, in the multitudes upon earth, shall be aware of they do, but all will the assassination of Christ's redemption, again and again... Their apparent choice of the cross the serpent Hides nothing, from north to south, but a for chastisement The sins of men will more than a pestilence before God... What a balm for the soul of those who respire To witness sacrifice his firstborn. Amen! Contemplate and say, is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His Arise O Lord. Let not man prevail... words indeed For man is the key and man is the And out of his ranks shall arise the draped in the blood of the Scriptures say "We do not think him to be the or a demon as some do but one of mankind in whom Satan shall totally... for he is the man of sin, the son of perdition, such that he seat himself in the Temple as if he were God" Woe to thee Corozain... woe to thee Bethsaida... and thou that art exalted up to heaven, shalt be thrust down to hell... For he will grow child to man and extirpate souls in a devilish whirl from your bosom. Fraught rise to the sky and beseech god to avert the incarnation But was the prism to the quintessence of corruption and say, what is earth, else than a frenetic psalmody for His What joy and shouts he who bears the mark of the Beast Consumed and eaten have been the abundant of mankind, but now, none of them, humans, remain but what birds could not carry off in claws!