The seventh angel poured his bowl into the air, and a loud voice came out of the Temple, from the Throne, saying, "It is done!"
And there were flashes of lightning, voices, peals of thunder, and a great earthquake such had never been since men were on the Earth, so great was that earthquake. The great city was split into three parts, and the cities of the nations fell--and God remembered great Babylon, to make her drain the cup of the fury of His wrath.
And every island fled away, and no mountains were to be found! And great hailstones, heavy as a hundredweight, dropped on men from heaven, till men cursed God for the plague of the hail, so fearful was that plague.
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The foundations of our world are broken and adrift.
There is no refuge, and no height remains that can offer safety.
Our crimes have not been forgotten, not even by ourselves.
The pavements of heaven are shattered and fall upon us.
And still the people we know and love are in rebellion, not remembering Who made them.
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