The children of a back-sliding serpent, easier to go forward in their own thoughts than TURN IN retreat. The egg of the cockatrice ARE POISON. The children of cockatrice speak lies, poison of deceit. They ASK FOR Justice, Pleading with Truth, for Truth, TIME BE Given them. They are PERVERSIONS OF deceit, they Speak lies, trust in vanity, self, yet Merciless they ASK mercy for their selves. The POISON THE HUMAN mind unto death of self-destruction. They ARE weavers of WEBS, LIES TO TAKE CAPTIVE TO deceit. They HAVE NO Peace, NO Spirit of Peace is in the wicked that WAR against God Truth. The spirit of pride in them NEVER STOPS resisting, ignoring , warring against the Spirit of Peace.
TIME is FOR Surrender to God, BECOMING OF SAME Mind, Thought, Sprit as God. The HUMAN imagination a web of deceit. The Call of God HAS GONE OUT IN TIME, Blessed They that RETURN His Call. BEHOLD I Will SEND COCKATRICES, serpents among you that Repent NOT, TURN NOT BACK from disobedience TO Obedience, Spirit. Every dead soul in armor of flesh and AIR that rush in battle AGAINST Me, they say Peace BUT their human spirit, thoughts, acts, are AGAINST Me, they shall FALL among the fallen dead. They I Visited. BUT they Rejected, Turned from Invitation TO Peace. The WRITTEN Invitation is USELESS Without the Spirit, THE Power to Obey. They of Cockatrice shall fall dead SAYING Peace BUT there is NO Sprit OF Peace, TRUE OBEDIENCE, Surrender IN them. THEIR own poison HAS BLINDED them, FROM Seeing, Knowing, Finding the Remedy of God Spirit IN His Chrildren.
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