Lynyrd Skynyrd sang (before that fatal crash):
Ooh, that smell.
Can’t you smell that smell?
Ooh, that smell.
The smell of death surrounds you.
Well, the odor level is rising.
Iran and Israel are adding to the Russia (call them the Putin Commies or Recycled Reds) and Ukraine misunderstanding. Throw in Socialist-Communist so-called Democrats and Donald Trump (and everything American once stood for … laws being one) and there is a whole lotta pots calling the kettle black.
Some people like that smell of hatred.
The End Times war will not be where all eyes are focused now. Now is just a sign of what is coming. It is like that mole turning blacker and getting bigger.
Since few people know how to understand Prophecy, either Biblical or Nostradamus (et al), you can carry on as usual or do what they taught us younguns in grade school, back in the day: Duck and cover.
From an old Ray Bradbury novel comes this poem:
By the prickling of my thumbs
something wicked this way comes.
It’s coming. Believe you me. It’s coming.
I welcome serious discussions; and my rate is less than Lucy’s in Peanuts.
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