I have called you to repentance, Babylon, but you have not listened to Me. 
You have not heeded My Words. You have not taken the Words of My prophets seriously. 
You think this is a joke; that normal is coming back. I tell you, you will never see normal again. 
These foolish people put all of their hope, all of their faith, into this wicked system of the Beast. 
How they cower before the Beast and worship the Image. 
My Words are irrelevant to them. My Words mean nothing. 
They hang onto the words of their pastors and the mouthpieces representing the Image. 
Such blindness and stupidity. Unable to awaken from their slumber and comfort. 
You Babylon, will be surprised when sudden destruction comes. 
You Babylon, will be unprepared when danger is on your doorstep. 
Will you remember Me in that day? Will you remember the Great God who blessed you and prospered your land of the free. Will you call out to Me, to save you or are you still following fables and fairytales? 
Such ignorance. Such stubbornness. Selfish land of milk and honey. 
Soon your milk will turn into blood and your honey into corpses. 
Your joy into sorrow and your feasting into famine. 
You refuse to acknowledge your sins, Babylon. You refuse to humble yourselves and repent. 
You cannot see the innocent blood, lining the streets of your cities. 
Their blood speaks to Me, cries to Me.
You murderous people sacrificing to Moloch. Sacrificing to Baal. 
You say that you honour Me, Babylon, but that is a lie. You endorse every form of abomination and think that I approve. You do not know Me, Babylon. You have learnt nothing about My ways, the God who does not change. 
My ways are higher, but you have not searched for Me. You have not sought Me in prayer and fasting. 
I Am nothing more than an ornament on your shelf at Christmas time. You stick a rabbit on a basket with a chocolate egg inside and say that it is My day. But I Am not in your pagan holidays, of lit up trees and chocolate bunnies.
You do not know Me. You do not know My ways. 
You follow traditions. You follow the ways of your fathers'. 
Every generation blindly going along and putting My name on it.
How you have lost your way. How you have disregarded the TRUTH. 
You have forgotten Me and now, I will forget you. 
Return to Me now and repent.
I Am tired of these idols. These materialistic holidays, designed to take your eyes off Me.
Return to Me, I say. I will no longer compete for your attention, your affection. 
I will not be an after thought in your life. I have stood by and watched you adore and worship every conceivable holiday; celebrating, while I Am forgotten, disregarded and disrespected.
Those days are over. What you have sown, you will reap. Now you can call on these idols to rescue you, to save you from the coming judgments. Repent. 
Final call. Turn away from these idols and repent. 
This is My declaration. I Am.