By Kenneth Martin

Written  At 5:09 P.M.

North

Now Stretch Your Hand Toward The North Again, My Son.

This Day I Speak To Thee. Know Yee This Day, Because You Bow Not and Give Back My Nation, Know Yee Devastation Is Coming Against Thee, Quickly, Like You Have Never Seen.

Quickly! You Will Call My Servant and Be More Than Willing To Be In Agreement With Him, or Quickly Thereafter, There Will Be Nothing Left.

I Have Spoken