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All the Nephilem in fear, asked the Prince of Peace,
"What are you, oh Son of God?"
The Prince replied,
"I am Perfect Servant for Almighty God, who is, who was, and who shall be. I am Bane for His foes, I am Salvation for His Children, I am Word from His mouth, I am Keeper of His Spirit, I am Image from His Being."
"I am Desolation to Sin, I am Redeemer to Kinsmen, I am Start of Good, I am End of Evil. I am Wonderful Counselor, I am Mighty God, I am Everlasting Father, I am Prince of Peace, I am Holy One of Israel."
"I am Faithful, I am True, I am Jesus, I am Christ, I am Immanuel. I am alive for evermore, and I make all things new for evermore."
All the Nephilem in trembling, asked the Holy One of Israel,
"What shall you do with us, oh Immanuel?"
The Holy One replied,
"When rid of your wickedness, you'll wish for the first death. You'll be completely helpless, being unable to do anything even with all your power. An eternity of empty living, and never falling short of being worthless. An eternity where there is nothing but your suffering to face, while being absolutely forgotten by all else. Your dispair shall never cease, and the reality of your plight duly noted."
"This is the demise you will never escape, truly your fate will be worse than the first death. Your spirit, soul, and body will have naught but hopeless misery. You will remember your fault, and be consumed by the power of its memory. Your demise will last day and night for evermore. Your suffering shall be the second death."
"The firey lake of burning sulfur is what awaits you, it is where the desire yearned for so much will be granted, and seperation from God himself will become the reward. This place will serve as your humble abode, where the wrath of God will meet you, and there the vengeance of the Sovereign Lord will be your eternal damnation."
"You fallen ones truly will become dead, and feebly shall remain so for evermore.""
And the Hostly People of God said,
"Most highly are the woes indeed for thou nephilem, for even should ye weep, there shalt be none to morne for thee."
"What are you, oh Son of God?"
The Prince replied,
"I am Perfect Servant for Almighty God, who is, who was, and who shall be. I am Bane for His foes, I am Salvation for His Children, I am Word from His mouth, I am Keeper of His Spirit, I am Image from His Being."
"I am Desolation to Sin, I am Redeemer to Kinsmen, I am Start of Good, I am End of Evil. I am Wonderful Counselor, I am Mighty God, I am Everlasting Father, I am Prince of Peace, I am Holy One of Israel."
"I am Faithful, I am True, I am Jesus, I am Christ, I am Immanuel. I am alive for evermore, and I make all things new for evermore."
All the Nephilem in trembling, asked the Holy One of Israel,
"What shall you do with us, oh Immanuel?"
The Holy One replied,
"When rid of your wickedness, you'll wish for the first death. You'll be completely helpless, being unable to do anything even with all your power. An eternity of empty living, and never falling short of being worthless. An eternity where there is nothing but your suffering to face, while being absolutely forgotten by all else. Your dispair shall never cease, and the reality of your plight duly noted."
"This is the demise you will never escape, truly your fate will be worse than the first death. Your spirit, soul, and body will have naught but hopeless misery. You will remember your fault, and be consumed by the power of its memory. Your demise will last day and night for evermore. Your suffering shall be the second death."
"The firey lake of burning sulfur is what awaits you, it is where the desire yearned for so much will be granted, and seperation from God himself will become the reward. This place will serve as your humble abode, where the wrath of God will meet you, and there the vengeance of the Sovereign Lord will be your eternal damnation."
"You fallen ones truly will become dead, and feebly shall remain so for evermore.""
And the Hostly People of God said,
"Most highly are the woes indeed for thou nephilem, for even should ye weep, there shalt be none to morne for thee."
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