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Soon you’ll meet your end, soon you’ll meat your Fate
Maybe you will pray (ha!), never mind it’s too damn late [1]

Then the JUDGEMENT comes, where your soul will go [2]
To Heaven or to Hell…for you a day of  WOE

All your money all your wealth, Salvation cannot buy
Everything EVERYTHING! Gone the day you die [3]

You thought the Bible was all myth…you’re a brilliant PhD [4]
Scream and howl and cry, ignored will be your plea

Will you teach a class in Hell? Do research write a book?
Over burning red hot coals, you’ll be dangling by a hook

[1] Luke 16: 24&25
[2] Hebrews 9:27
[3] Job 27:19
[4] Psalm 14:1

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For the Doctor of Psychology

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The sun is going down, the sun is almost gone
Comes the Blackness of the night…will you ever see the dawn?

You thought that you could hide, you thought that you’ed be hid
They’re coming for your soul…Demons from the Id

Behind every blade of grass, lurks a Demon for your soul
They’ll drag you down to Hell, they’ll drag you to Seoul

You’ll kick and scream in agony, too damn late for you to pray
With barbed hooks they’er going to drag, drag your soul away

You’ll be impaled on a stake, over burning flaming fire
FOREVER there you’ll burn, you and every other LIER [1]

Run call Dale Koller, ask him is this be so
For both of you awaits, anguish pain and woe

You’ll burn with Dusty Rhoades, he led the way to Hell
His gOSPEL was a FARCE! He worshiped the gOD Bel [2]

 

[1] Richard E Rhoades, Dale Koller, Ken Brandt, Henry Dziczkowski
[2] Galatians 1:4 ~ 8

Sun, 13 May 1917 = 21st of Iyyar, 5677

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1917, the 13th day May
What day is this in Hebrew? Is it a day that you should pray?

Behold the Whore of Babylon, “Prayer Beads” she sells [1]
As with Baalim and with Ashtaroth, many parallels! [2]

Never mind what Jesus said [3], pray to the Virgin Whore
The 3rd Secret now will come, an Atomic World WAR! [4]

[1] https://www.google.com/#q=prayer+beads
[2] Judges 10:6
[3] Matthew 6:7
[4] The Whore read Jeremiah 50&51

Matthew 6:7 ~ But when ye pray, use not vain repetitions, as the heathen do: for they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking.

Fear

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You can’t sleep, you can’t eat, you tremble and you quake
Death is at the door, your soul he’s going to take

For you he will not knock, your name is on his list
To Woodward Blvd. he comes, with you he has a tryst

Your bowels you can’t control, your guts are in a knot
Your screams and cries and pleads, all will be for naught

Howl oh ye rich man! It’s too damn late to pray
Death stands upon your welcome mat, your soul he’s going to slay

Go to now, ye rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you.

Angel of Death

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He’s coming for your soul, from him you cannot hide
He’ll carry you to Hell…mercy is denied

In chains you will be bound, the links are all red hot
With barbed-wire you’ll be flogged, your screams are all for naught

With burning coals and broken glass, the road to Hell is paved
Along this road you’ll go, you’re the Damned and not the Saved

FOREVER there you’ll burn, you’ll fricassee and fry
You denied the Truth, YOU BELIEVED A LIE

 

2nd Thessalonians 8~12

8 And then shall that Wicked be revealed, whom the Lord shall consume with the spirit of his mouth, and shall destroy with the brightness of his coming:

9 Even him, whose coming is after the working of Satan with all power and signs and lying wonders,

10 And with all deceivableness of unrighteousness in them that perish; because they received not the love of the truth, that they might be saved.

11 And for this cause God shall send them strong delusion, that they should believe a lie:

12 That they all might be damned who believed not the truth, but had pleasure in unrighteousness.

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Your PhD Matters Not

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Death is very close, Death is very near
He’s coming for your soul, the sum of all your fear

Your youth is all but gone, old age eats at your heart
You pretend it isn’t so, fear tears you apart

You escape into the bottle, the amber liquid brings relief
But when the morning comes, returns your bane and grief

Day by day, hour by hour, ebbs away your life
Your approaching fate, is in your gut a knife

You read this rhyme and quake, to that knife it gives a twist
Soon very soon, no more will you exist

You’ll not die in peace, for weeks you will convulse
You will thresh and writhe, until there is no pulse

Sleep will not deliver you, in Death there’ll be no rest
A burning Hell awaits, Why? You’re the Damned and not the Blessed

The Plight of Henry P Dziczkowski

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Denial is what’s done, when Truth is too severe
Pretend it isn’t so, to TRUTH that is Austere

Pretend it isn’t so, oh Henry Jitch-kow-ski
You’re going to burn in Hell, for your Hypocrisy

What did Henry do? That Condemns his soul to Hell
He Blasphemed the Holy Ghost, and did it oh so well

The Word of God is Clean, the Word of God is Pure
Change a single letter, and Damnation you’ll endure

Henry thought he was Elect, but he proved this isn’t so
He changed the Word of God, now to Hell he’s going to go

Why all the fuss?   A) The Incident   B) An Open Letter to Henry Dziczkowski