They have shut the mouths of My prophets and messengers. Cut them up. And now I will cut them to pieces. Their mouths speak great things. Their loud pompous words. The lions open their mouths to growl. To cause all, both small and great, to worship their beast. The beast of a man. I Am the lion that roars. The lion of the tribe of Judah. And I Am coming back for My own. Those the Father gave to Me. And none of them are lost. They can hear Me roaring as I come closer, move closer and am very close, even now. They hear My voice, My thunder. The True Word. But, they follow their leader and his false words. The empty words, the vain words, from his own gut, his own vain imagination. It is him they call to, as they did with Barabas. As they did with Saul. They shouted for a king. For men judge by the outward appearances. The Lord judges the heart. There is nothing new under the sun. The son of perdition rises. The multitude of a beastial man. Clothed in honour, purple and scarlet. Gold dripping off his vesture. A sight to behold. Filled with worldly wisdom, insight and dark sayings. Resurrected and risen up by their false gods. Old gods and new. A god of fortresses. Everything artificial about this intelligence. Everything fake and the lies that people hang onto. Deceivers of mankind. Deceivers of every kind. Deceiving and charming his way onto the world stage, through cunning and lies. Fed and worshipped, adored and venerated by the multitudes and nations, kings and rulers. Whispering sweet nothing into the itching ears of the whore of Babylon. How you bow. How you exalt what you do not know. What you do not understand. I was a Father to Israel and I wanted to call you My sons. But you turned away and followed man. You turned your backs on Me with your false doctrines and man-made theories. Distorting My scriptures. Changing My words to suit your own agendas. Lying to the nations. Lying to My people, about who I really am. Depart from Me workers of iniquity, liars and thieves. I never knew you. And you will have your share of the outer darkness, weeping and nashing of teeth. Fall down to your knees and repent. As My word says, every knee will bow to Me. Whether you approve or not. It seems like, I have come to interrupt your 'best life now'. But I Am the author. I Am the creator. And I have called time to cease. I have called worlds to collide. I have called the end of all things. And it will happen now, as it is written, to fulfil every jot and tittle. Ready or not, here it comes. Ready or not, here I come. Ready to give to each man, according to his work. According to his faith. The burning begins. The trampling. I have spoken it and My word is final. The Alpha and the Omega.