I have sent My messengers to you America. I have sent foreigners to you, to proclaim My message of destruction. You are a nation covered with sins and iniquities. A nation covered with blood. I will give you blood to drink, blood to bathe in. The land will be soaked in blood. You did not turn from your wicked ways America. You did not repent America. You did not come back to Me America. You have followed the heathen and have run after other gods. Old gods and new. You bow down and worshipped every one of them. You paid homage to them and your religious celebrations, which I hate. Your abominations have reached My nostrils. They are a stench to Me, a reproach to My name. You have not repented Babylon, mother of all harlots. Your king is coming, riding on a white horse, promising peace, safety and prosperity. How you search for a saviour, a political leader to save you, just like your sister, Israel. My son was not good enough for you, Babylon. I spat you out, you and your Laodicean churches, your corrupt pastors, polluting the rest of the world with your fornication, your idolatry. The world watches you Babylon and they will watch the smoke of your burning, as the flames consume your land of the free and the great, or not free and not great, land of the plumed serpent, habitation of every unclean bird. Desolation, desolation, a barren wasteland, land of rubble, ashes and dust. Daughter, speak My words to a stubborn, disgraceful nation. They have not returned. They follow after other men. Men who stand in pulpits. Men who stand in government. Men who make fire come down from heaven in the sight of other men. They do not need Me or My Son. And so they shall get what they want. I will give them what they want. Their abominable rainbows. And while they sing and glorify these abominations, while they are blissfully unaware, they will sink, they will go down. Babylon, you will never rise again.