The Dragon, the Beast, and the False Witness: these souls have again been reborn and they now re-gather their strength. They repeat not their past mistakes, they clothe themselves in charismatic form. The council they speak is seemingly good, but Children, I bid thee beware: ever does evil dwell in their deceitful form. They rally the masses in their darkness, promising to save their life-styles with technology. Their pride and vanity moves them to rule over all, but they deliver all to their master, the darkness. The season has turned, summer's warmth into winter's storm. The Lamb sowed the Word in summer; so, where is the fruit of this wintry age? The reapers draw near; the masses come to the Appointed Time; will natural law smash them? Children of the Dark, this is the time of your curse: fierce cold death purifying the land of all your hate. Three Black Cats hunt two Doves; freaking in their illusion they bring destruction. Seven dark years of Tribulation, curse and woe, a desolate wasteland flowing with rivers of blood.



Yet this warning is not only of these things, but moreover of one single night, when the White Rider comes for the Fish with the whole Blessed Host of Angels following. This is the night the Word bids that all be warned of, so that those with hearing ears will return to the Light. Walk not in the ways of darkness, choose the good from the merely pleasant. Every thought and action will judge, so stand steady in Peace and Love; all is conquered for the Way of Life. A warning sign is raised for a Witness, not one jot falls from the Law. We are the Angels of Light; we conquer with Love.