BRITAIN
BRITAIN
Humble yourselves oh little isle of Britain. Break the shackles that bind you to the poverty that is to sweep through you oh once glorious little nation. You will not be as glorious little nation. You will not be as glorious for you have joined alliances with much unholiness in My sight and I cannot look upon it.
Come to Me, oh little island you who have forsaken your first love of Me for idolatry. Money is your god and the poor cannot even afford bread for their children. You place burdens that are impossible upon families, women and children that are drowning in despair, their spirits crushed and helpless. You have forsaken the widows, orphans and fatherless.
You are giving away your alms and feeding not your own people. They are your slaves; your prisoners and the violence from your lips come straight from the hearts that are crooked and perverse. You receive bribes to cast the innocent guilty.
Shackled, shackled, you place My people in dungeons, dark and dirty and their cries have reached the Heavens.
You embrace many gods now that are no gods and you place people in power that do not know Me or serve in Truth.
Justice is crying out oh blind nation, little isle of Britain. You are blind, blind, blind, you cannot see. You serve greyness. Blackness is to descend.
Your cities are filled with corruption, hidden secret cults and power that is no power is to rise in a mist of lies to increase your blindness.
Truth and Justice are buried in the crypts of the earth hidden. But I, the LORD, see the old wounds, the old scars of soldiers of Christ who pray unseen, crying unto Me for you oh little nation will be broken as you disunite
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