As the war drums beat in the distance, the men in suits sit in their towers discussing peace and safety. They worship idols of gold and silver. Their master and god is mammon, not I AM. I AM the Lord of Hosts, the Lord mighty in battle. The earth is a stage. The odor of death is in the air. The land is soaked with blood. I have been rejected and removed from man's lives. I have been replaced by fleshly lusts, desires, and perversions. No longer does man seek My face or seek after Me. A generation of reprobates. I see only a few righteous men, godly men, honest men. Look what your nation has become, "Babylon the great whore." A dwelling place for demons and filth. No shame. No remorse. No repentance. I see nothing but abominations from one end of the earth to the other. The destroyer hovers over the earth. Prepare for battle. Judgments have been spoken over the peoples, nations and tongues. No one can hide from I AM. I am so grieved. You are My beloved children. You have lost your way. Come to the Light and repent.
Psalm 11:6-7
He shall judge among the heathen, he shall fill the places with the dead bodies; he shall wound the heads over many countries. He shall drink of the brook in the way: therefore shall he lift up the head.