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In loving memory of the pre-trib rapture may it R.I.P
Just a few words in memory of that dead pre-trib rapture.
I didn’t like him from the beginning, he smelt like fish and rotting flesh.
But in the millions my brothers paid tithe of 10% and bowed the nee. So maybe just maybe it was me that couldn’t see.
So I followed him to see where he went late at night, and boy did I get a fright. Page by page verse by verse, I found him in bed with other gods. Mr Heroin Smack and Mrs Crack Cocaine and that vibrant woman Miss methamphetamine.
His smokey haze from that crack pipe, I followed him late that night.
I told the Pentecostals what I seen in Rv11 and Matt24 and all that was between, they said not to speak about it no more or I would be out that door.
The strongest of churches I thought it to be, the Pentecostals wasn’t for me. They heard not Gods voce that day and tried to make me go away.
In tears of pain I cried to sleep where were Gods people, not near my feet. My brothers and sisters I could not play for they were of in a smoky haze.
30 years I fell asleep where were Gods people i searched I my head.
And then I had a dream to awake and to get out of my bed, and read my Bible like never before and shout from the roof tops you pre-trib whore.
And to my amazement I sure, another brother with that same crown shouting from the roof tops Matt24 you pre-trib whore.
And another and another with the similar crown, the people of God I have found, praise the lord o praise His name, they hear His voice just the same.
Using puss the pre-trib he is dead upon the kitchen floor, and we are cleaning his mess up behind that door.
Sometimes we will think on that dead pre-trib whore, till one day soon we will think on him no more.
Matt24:14 And this gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in all the world for a witness unto all nations; and then shall the end come.
Just a few words in memory of that dead pre-trib rapture.
I didn’t like him from the beginning, he smelt like fish and rotting flesh.
But in the millions my brothers paid tithe of 10% and bowed the nee. So maybe just maybe it was me that couldn’t see.
So I followed him to see where he went late at night, and boy did I get a fright. Page by page verse by verse, I found him in bed with other gods. Mr Heroin Smack and Mrs Crack Cocaine and that vibrant woman Miss methamphetamine.
His smokey haze from that crack pipe, I followed him late that night.
I told the Pentecostals what I seen in Rv11 and Matt24 and all that was between, they said not to speak about it no more or I would be out that door.
The strongest of churches I thought it to be, the Pentecostals wasn’t for me. They heard not Gods voce that day and tried to make me go away.
In tears of pain I cried to sleep where were Gods people, not near my feet. My brothers and sisters I could not play for they were of in a smoky haze.
30 years I fell asleep where were Gods people i searched I my head.
And then I had a dream to awake and to get out of my bed, and read my Bible like never before and shout from the roof tops you pre-trib whore.
And to my amazement I sure, another brother with that same crown shouting from the roof tops Matt24 you pre-trib whore.
And another and another with the similar crown, the people of God I have found, praise the lord o praise His name, they hear His voice just the same.
Using puss the pre-trib he is dead upon the kitchen floor, and we are cleaning his mess up behind that door.
Sometimes we will think on that dead pre-trib whore, till one day soon we will think on him no more.
Matt24:14 And this gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in all the world for a witness unto all nations; and then shall the end come.