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"And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war. His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on his head were many crowns; and he had a name written, that no man knew, but he himself. And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood: and his name is called The Word of God. And the armies which were in heaven followed him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean. And out of his mouth goeth a sharp sword, that with it he should smite the nations: and he shall rule them with a rod of iron: and he treadeth the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God. And he hath on his vesture and on his thigh a name written, KING OF KINGS, AND LORD OF LORDS. And I saw an angel standing in the sun; and he cried with a loud voice, saying to all the fowls that fly in the midst of heaven, Come and gather yourselves together unto the supper of the great God; That ye may eat the flesh of kings, and the flesh of captains, and the flesh of mighty men, and the flesh of horses, and of them that sit on them, and the flesh of all men, both free and bond, both small and great. And I saw the beast, and the kings of the earth, and their armies, gathered together to make war against him that sat on the horse, and against his army." (Revelation 19:11-19)
At the end of the tribulation period the Lord will gather the nations of the earth together for His final triumph. The Lord's army will be comprised of the New Testament Saints. The human army will embody those who have pledged their allegiance to the beast and have taken his mark. Both rich and poor, bond and free, great and small will participate in this battle, but as stated in the previous update, it will not last long. In fact, it is described as a great winepress in which Christ literally crushes His foes, and their blood will flow approximately four feet high and two hundred miles long. God will call the birds of the air to come and gorge themselves of the flesh of men. This is the scenario I see for this crushing defeat.
Looking over the vast wasteland, I could feel another miserable day dawning. Most of the food was gone, and what little water remained, for the most part, nomad gangs have stolen. Not even the unified forces are able to provide protection. Fortunately, I found a gun on a soldier left for dead during the last raid.
Every morning I carefully scour the area for food. Scavenging off the dead has become a matter of survival; even cannibalism is commonplace. Although, I must be cautious in my search, for not every dead body is dead.
Suddenly, peering out across the plain, looked to be a manís leg sticking out from behind a large rock. There was no movement, and strangely enough, he looked to be clothed. Usually the demise of one meant the profit of another, and if I was to be the one to profit, I knew I had to act fast; he may have food on him.
As I maneuvered toward the victim, I realized that this could be a trap, but I could see no present signs of danger. Clutching to my makeshift spear, I slowly crept toward the body. I kept thinking, this was too obvious, why hadnít anyone discovered it before me? This had to be a trap! With every step my heart began to pound faster and faster. My mind began to race as beads of sweat began pouring from my brow. I kept thinking, ďWhat am I doing, I could be killed!Ē But I was too hungry to turn back now. So with one last desperate yell, I charged the rock like a raving maniac, only to find all that was left was the remains of a manís leg. Breathing a sigh of relief, I knelt down to further examine the situation. I figured he must have wandered into one of the minefields peppered throughout the area.
Looking down at what used to be another living breathing soul I could feel a tear welling up inside. For the first time in many years I felt emotion for someone else. Who was he? Did he have family? As I stood staring, I remembered a time when I lived free, not fearing what a day may bring, having a loving wife and a new baby girl.
But collecting myself, I knew that these emotions would only serve to get me killed. Over the years I have learned that there is no room for remorse, mercy, or pity. Itís kill or be killed, period! Survival can hinge upon a mere scrap of information.
In this day and age I have seen many die, some by their own hand, more then a few by mine. It is during these times I question why I go on, but at the same time knowing I canít give up.
Because I have not taken the mark I must be cautious at all times, for I am a hunted man. Constantly, I must watch my back, trusting no one, and above all, keep moving. As the years have passed the bounty has steadily increased, but for some reason it has taken a significant jump in resent months. Bounty hunters are everywhere. I know itís only a matter of time before they hunt me down, find me, and kill me.
Coming to my senses, I knew I had to get back to my shelter before I was discovered. Grabbing the boot, I quickly maneuvered back to my hideout.