LOVE LETTERS FROM MIISRAEL: FROM EUROCYLDON! Helm
AND THESE ARE MY LOVE LETTERS:
LOG ON: 07.14.2014 05:00a.mCst
COURSE: Southwest then Northwest to anchor at the harbor. Continue Southwest after leaving harbor and jibing to Heading West.
HELM
The Tiller or Wheel
MY GOD OF BLOOD:
You've taken the helm! Your Word of blood awaken with my mouth. "I AM THE GOD OF BLOOD!" So too, you are Lord I know thee.
The blood will rise from the waters, and its drink will plague the ungodly. I speak of latter days where it will rain down blood from the clouds. A rain that will save Your people and will destroy the wicked!
The tiller and the wheel will make their turn in ships and many will cry and wail! Captains, Sailors, Merchants will have no more trade, for all their riches will be like trash, and their boats will sit at anchored and moored. The people on the islands will be burning in the fire! All in 60 minutes.
Watch closely for here is a clue for you:
"Hard-a-Lee"
Euroclydon will backdraft!
A-KA-PHEW!
The old wild will burn too!
THAR SHE BLOWS!
I'm telling you.
Meanwhile, here is the prophecy for true.
Yes, sure we'll be back!
--MIISRAEL
WINNIESPOETRY LOVE LETTERS FROM EUROCYLDONCopyrighed June2008
{Edited excerpt}
LOG ON: 07.14.2014 05:00a.mCst
COURSE: Southwest then Northwest to anchor at the harbor. Continue Southwest after leaving harbor and jibing to Heading West.
HELM
The Tiller or Wheel
MY GOD OF BLOOD:
You've taken the helm! Your Word of blood awaken with my mouth. "I AM THE GOD OF BLOOD!" So too, you are Lord I know thee.
The blood will rise from the waters, and its drink will plague the ungodly. I speak of latter days where it will rain down blood from the clouds. A rain that will save Your people and will destroy the wicked!
The tiller and the wheel will make their turn in ships and many will cry and wail! Captains, Sailors, Merchants will have no more trade, for all their riches will be like trash, and their boats will sit at anchored and moored. The people on the islands will be burning in the fire! All in 60 minutes.
Watch closely for here is a clue for you:
"Hard-a-Lee"
Euroclydon will backdraft!
A-KA-PHEW!
The old wild will burn too!
THAR SHE BLOWS!
I'm telling you.
Meanwhile, here is the prophecy for true.
Yes, sure we'll be back!
--MIISRAEL
WINNIESPOETRY LOVE LETTERS FROM EUROCYLDONCopyrighed June2008
{Edited excerpt}
