Pray, My children, pray; industries are closing down around the world,
the economy falls, and man looks for the guilty ones.
Pray, My children, pray for Argentina; it suffers by man, pain precipitates. The weather will be relentless and will cause more pain. Convulsion is on hand; minds are inflamed.
Pray, My children, pray for the United States; its land shakes with force, weakening arrives, its inhabitants have fallen in great error, politics will stop as never before.
Pray, My children, pray for Italy; its nightmare arrives amidst torment; volcanoes roar, the slumbering ones awaken, Vesuvius yells, and men run out of time. Men with economic power will want to share their riches, but it will be late, too late.
Pray for Russia; the one that slept in seeming peace awakens.
Pray, My children, love and adore My Son; remain in Faith so that the winds
not bend you before the steps of the great tyrant of Humanity [Antichrist].
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