Torn apart by sickened spells, the hour has arrived for death. Feeling a final tug upon his
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soul, he meets his makers face.
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"Bow down before me," says God. "Vengeance is mine." there is no choice but to yield to the
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Lord's request."
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Sin has ruled your existence since your birth. You did not accept the Christ
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Chances you've had were ignored. there is no excuse for this.
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As your soul is stripped away...
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As your soul is stripped away by demons from the realm of Satan. You are pulled in flames
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Another death, another soul who lost its freaking way, and was denied eternal life. And
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everlasting pain was his only place.
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Undead will feast on your body forever. Eyes torn from your skull. Rotting in the grave.
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Rotting!
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Sin has left your treasures in ruins. You did not depend on him. Wasted your life and now
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beside the Throne. How will you explain?
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You died a horrible death. And because you rejected my God you lost your soul. You lost your
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wealth.
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Post Mortem Soul
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