judgment [Theme]

If the owner of the house had known at what hour the thief would come, he would have been awake and would not have allowed his house to be dug up. Be ready also, for at what hour you do not think, the Son of Man will come.

And this world was also compared to poisoned food: it is tasty and smells good, and for those who eat in moderation, it becomes healing, and for those who exceed the measure, it becomes death.

Each coffin has an alarm clock, and it is set on the day of the Last Judgment.

Life is like a river. We imagine that we can change its course, even though the final destination is always the same, and since we have no real choice, we stay true to our whims. People talk about selfishness, but this is just another whim, for egoism does not exist in nature.

Atheism.
It wasn't the war they started.
And they didn't create leprosy.
It was the Court.
No one can escape from the past.
No one can leave the Court.
Think he's not there upstairs?
Think he's not watching.
for this country?
How else do you explain that?
He checked us, but we coped.
We did what we had to do.
Islington. Enfield.
I was there. I've seen it all.
Immigrants, Muslims...
... homosexuals, terrorists.
Painful degenerates.
They had to disappear.

It is necessary at least once a day for a few minutes to put ourselves in judgment before the Lord, as if we died and on the fortieth day we stand before the Lord and wait for the saying about us, where the Lord will send us. Having imagined ourselves mentally before the Lord in anticipation of judgment, let us weep and beg God's mercy for mercy on us, for the remission of our huge unpaid debt.

- I think I'm afraid of death, boy?!
- Not death you should fear.

A former convict probably rightly reputed to be the worst executioner of all time. He wore the Abyss, the Eternal Fire of Hell. He wanted neither to win nor to manage. It was made of ice and flame weapon of destruction, given to me by the gods.

If afterlife exists, I will appear before the court, as we all do. But, hell, I'm not in a hurry there.
- I have you at gunpoint?
- No, not you. The whole world.
- I live in this world. Take it away.

Not to avoid me and this lot:
My soul will trinetta from the body
And go on in that terrible, without limit
Long journey to God knows where.
Will surround the soul of the hosts of demons are different,
A terrible essence, the face is ugly
Even scarier doubt those dangerous
That the demons instilled in me sometimes.
My soul will be in their power,
Promising her only troubles and misfortunes,
And my soul is torn to pieces,
To her the abyss, to disappear without a trace.
Those demons with hellish anger in his eyes,
Will start a fire whale and hooks to get along
Spin will be the front and rear,
Everywhere - left, right - that's the trouble!
In that world close, the world his glowering
Evil souls will have flown away,
Shame burdened, sinful,
Not waiting in the life of the last judgment.
And, showing a devilish effort,
Remember demons all my acts
And I will prepare the punishment
For whom and abandoned me here.
But before the devil gets hold of
My soul, like the body of Moses,
Perhaps, says the angel, scattering the darkness:
"The Lord forgives him forever!"

In right through me
flowing shower star,
the dirt and grime
for many years,
he washes away.
Until The Judgement Day
there is still time.
It's not too late.

And by the way, took me the question: how are you going to feed a crowd, for which judgment will be resurrected?

- Listen to me, inhabitants of this world. It's a message every man, woman, and mutant of this world. You've lost your way. But I'm back. It's the day of judgment. All your buildings, your towers and temples will fall. You can't stop what's coming. This message only one purpose: let the strongest among you - those who has the most power...
- ... The earth will be yours.
- ... defend those who are weak. This is my message to the world.

Once the conspiracy matured in the heart of my own army, it's time to throw these heinous animals who call themselves "people" and leave this damn planet... But it is a moment of celebration! The traps are set: our enemies of G. S. B. are digging their own grave, and soon we will move to a "third stage". We are waiting for a new temple, which will include only selected. Will not work and 7 days, as the entire Inner Circle, including you, my son, start climbing to the top. But we still have work to do on Earth, and you go to Australia. Collect all that remained of the army Killian - her troops will be useful to us in the last day. Go, my son, and remember - faith is necessary to keep in your heart.