"It is mine to avenge; I will repay.
In due time their foot will slip;
their day of disaster is near
and their doom rushes upon them.”
| Deuteronomy 32:35|
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I don’t think you understand what you’ve done to yourself. I won’t tell you though. Soon you’ll know. Soon, very soon, you’ll understand. And I don’t want you reaching out to me to apologize, to ask for mercy, to ask for anything. I don’t have anything to give you. I don’t have mercy to give to you. I thought I would have plenty of words for you. I thought I would help you see that this thing that you have done is not right, but wisdom is justified by her children.
How long did you think you would get away with it? How long did you think you’d continue to bear this wicked fruit and it not become a snare to you? Why did you think trying me as you have done would not reap consequences? Did time make you over confident? Did power? Did influence? Did you consider me as nothing, looked at me as nothing, and determined that you have prevailed?
I did not even consider you. I did not suspect you. But as Jehovah liveth, I will behold your destruction.
Disaster is coming to your door and it will not leave anything untouched. And in your anguish I want you to consider every word, every action, and every sacrifice that you made. I want you to know that I know. I want you to know that I’ve always known. And I want you to know that I, also, learned how to wait. I want you to know that the day that I sought God earnestly, you became dust beneath my feet. The day that I learned to war in prayer, this day for you was sealed.
I hold a great sword, the sword that slays, a sword for slaughter. I have brandished it twice, three times, to symbolize the massacre that is coming to you on every side. God will strike His hands against you; His wrath is against you. You will not receive any help. God Himself is against you. You don’t have anywhere to turn. You won’t be able to run. There’s no place for you to hide. You should have feared God more than you loved wickedness. You thought your pride made you impervious. But you forgot; or perhaps you never knew this: Wicked people are exalted for a moment. And you’ve had your moment, haven’t you? But soon you’ll be gone. Wicked people are brought low and gathered up like all others; they are cut off like heads of grain. How fitting that you, those like you, and those with you, will be gathered up and cut off. Yes, sudden disaster shall strike, and ruin shall overtake you all.
In Jesus name, may the curses and wickedness that you wrought against me cover you like a garment, and bind you forever like a belt around your waist, like a noose around your neck, like shackles around your wrists, and chains on your feet. May every curse you pronounced against me come back to you. May no one extend kindness to you; and in your frailty may you never receive help. May creditors take all that you have, and may strangers plunder all that you have left. May God find you guilty; may every word out of your mouth condemn you.
Should anyone mourn you; yes, should they shed a tear for you, may those tears turn into a blazing flame of fire that consumes you; may your anguish and damnation be endless. You decided to live by the sword and you will die by it. Your name will be like dust, carried and scattered by the wind. Never to be remembered.
"Surely the day is coming; it will burn like a furnace. All the arrogant and every evildoer will be stubble, and the day that is coming will set them on fire,” says the Lord Almighty. “Not a root or a branch will be left to them."
(Malachi4:1)
