All the players and their mighty weapons,missiles and armada's are in place. The sitting duck nation has fallen into the snare.
The noose has been tightened around her fair neck.
All that is left is to pull the lever.
Render to her just as she rendered to you, and repay her double according to her works; in the cup which she has mixed, mix double for her. In the measure that she glorified herself and lived luxuriously, in the same measure give her torment and sorrow; for she says in her heart, ‘I sit as queen, and am no widow, and will not see sorrow.’ Therefore her plagues will come in one day—death and mourning and famine. And she will be utterly burned with fire, for strong is the Lord God who judges her.
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