The Seventh Seal – Dragon’s Root

Revelation 8:1 (NASB): 'When He broke the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about half an hour.'

Rev 8:1 rips it raw—seventh seal cracks, heaven chokes dead, half an hour of silence up there, two months of gut-clawing dread down here—Nov 29, 2013, to Feb 6, 2014. No hymns, no wails—just a suffocating hush, the inhale before the blade slams home. This ain’t peace; it’s a viper’s coil, judgment’s fang bared to gut the root. Leviathan rears—no fairy tale, but a scar burned deep. Job 41 saw him thrash the sea, untamed, scales like iron. Psalm 74:13-14 snarls: ‘You smashed his heads, fed Leviathan to the desert’s jaws’—plural, seven skulls splitting chaos. Isaiah 27:1 names him, fleeing serpent, coiled to strike. Rev 12:9 torches the mask—dragon, deceiver, devil, same beast, seven heads hissing lies older than Eden’s dirt, whispering through Eve’s ear, stacking Babel’s bricks, drowning Babylon in bloodlust. Church didn’t swing the sword—bedded him, sanctified his empire-kink, his domination lust, stamped it holy. Rev 17:6 outs her—harlot, scarlet-soaked, guzzling saints’ blood, no pawn, just pimp. This thing doesn’t die clean—masks molt, heads regrow, every age kissing a fresh lie. SEAL 7 don’t roar—goes silent, Nov 29, 2013, heaven locks, earth gags. Feb 6, 2014, truth slashes—no thunder, just a blade through ribs. Leviathan’s root bleeds out, lie chars to ash.

 

Reflection: Still see Satan as a pitchfork clown? SEAL 7’s silence ain’t soft—it’s the gutting of his hydra raw.

Takeaway: Silence cracks, two months of dread—truth’s execution guts the lie.  

 

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Leviathan – The Morning Star’s Fall

He wasn’t born scales—call him Azazel, heaven’s rebel torch, not ‘Lucifer’ yet, a mask he’d flash with a sneer. Samyaza, his human shadow pre-climb—misnamed, same fire scorching, pinned raw in Enoch’s guttural whispers. Leviathan his ancient skin—seven heads thrashing chaos before time, scripture lean but snarling his trail—Job 41’s untamed deep, Psalm 74’s sea-snake, Isaiah 27’s fleeing serpent—a roar clawing past Eden’s gates. A chain stretches back—secret bolted tight, wise crack it loose. He blazed—morning star, anointed cherub strutting God’s fire (Ezek 28:14-16), pride dripping like molten rot. Isaiah 14:12 hisses—‘How you’ve fallen, son of dawn!’—a scream shredding the veil to ash. Didn’t lust a throne—craved the root, the Source, to gut the forge and crown his carcass God. SEAL 6 bared it—Yahweh bled through Job’s agony, throne forged in blood (Dan 7:9), Enoch wheeled to flesh, Jesus hung then reigned. Ascension’s fire chars—Azazel dodged it, torched his wings to skip the grind, stole divinity with a liar’s snarl. John 8:44 slashes—‘Murderer from the start, no truth in him’—no stumble, he severed himself, gutted truth raw, a thief scaling the gate (John 10:1). Gen 3:14 snarls—‘Dust you’ll eat, crawling low’—scales slithered on, Leviathan’s hide. ‘Lucifer’ ain’t his—Roman tag slapped on, morning star turned Satan, abyss-bound (Rev 20:2-3). Leviathan—Lotan—looms, seven heads thrashing scripture’s dark—Job’s sea-beast, Psalm’s smashed skulls, Isaiah’s coiled strike, Rev 12’s dragon—not birth, but mirror—Babel’s pride, Egypt’s chains, Rome’s gold—a chaos hydra pulsing deception, ancient as the flood’s churn. Abyss spins—no seven-head reboot; monster ages rot, science snaps the thread. SEAL 7 guts him—silence cracks Nov 29, 2013, root bleeds by Feb 6, 2014, reign chars to ash.

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Reflection: Think he just slipped? “Lucifer” torched his wings, murdered truth to dodge the fire—dare you duck it? 

Takeaway: SEAL 7 rips: Star crashes, dragon’s reign chars—ascension’s blade guts his chaos raw.

 

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Harlot’s Blood Feast

Revelation 18:24 (NASB): 'In her was found the blood of prophets and of saints.' She wasn’t always a whore—Christ birthed her clean, Paul clawing through cult fog, false apostles hawking lies (2 Cor 11:13). Truth was her spine—raw, no gold, just martyr’s bones stacked in caves. Blood soaked the dirt, not thrones—Peter’s cross hung low, Stephen’s stones cracked loud, a church that bled before it knelt. Constantine flipped it—325 AD, Nicaea draped her in chains, empire’s whip forging creeds, truth gagged tight. She bit Satan’s bait—‘this world’s kingdoms’ in her grip (Matt 4:8-9)—bedded the dragon, birthed the Harlot. Each age begged a slayer; she fed the beast—Trinity’s mask, a golden calf hacked in council halls, saints’ blood her wine, prophets’ corpses her path, skulls her crown. SEAL 6 cracked the lie—by Nov 29, 2013, it hit like a gut shot; SEAL 7’s silence broke Feb 6, 2014, and I howled, throat raw. I sang her hymns, swung her cross—now I spit on her stench, a blood-drunk hag gorging on the slain.

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Reflection: Still kissing her golden ring? She’s a gore-soaked whore—SEAL 7’s howl rips her skin raw.

Takeaway: Harlot feasted on saints, crowned the dragon—truth’s torch burns her cage to ash.  

 

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Aliens Torch the Scales

Ezek 28:9-10 (NASB): ‘Will you still say, “I am a god,” … by the hand of strangers?’ No angels gut him—foreigners, Adam’s feral kin, wield strange fire. Truth’s the blade—SEAL 1 torched wrath’s lie, God’s fist bent to empire’s chains; SEAL 2 snuffed hellfire’s smoke; SEAL 3 flung heaven’s gates wide; SEAL 4 snapped Death and Hades, doom’s twins, leashed by men, broken by keys (Matt 16:19); SEAL 5 slashed queer shame; SEAL 6 ripped Trinity’s veil, baring the king of liars on his throne. Satan—Azazel’s divine torch, Samyaza’s human shadow, Leviathan’s thrashing beast—ruler of this age (John 12:31), siphoned worship with deceit’s haze, a brute crawling worm-like ‘til SEAL 7 strips his masks—Nov 29, 2013, silence hit; Feb 6, 2014, truth’s sword slits him raw. Seven seals carve the cycle—deception’s roots bleed, seal by seal. Satan’s innards fry—fire from his core chars him to ash (Ezek 28:18)—saints judge angels, not heaven’s crew (1 Cor 6:3). Strangers slash Leviathan’s throats, blood sprays wild. Harlot’s hide crumbles—lust, idols, torched with him. Deception’s chains snap—no cult stands. I preached her lies—now I torch the beast myself.

  

Reflection: Waiting for heaven’s blade? SEAL 7’s wild hands shank the beast—Harlot fries raw.

Takeaway: Strangers slit Leviathan, church burns—truth’s fire slays the cycle dead.

 

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Sodom’s Rot Reflects

Rev 18:16-20 (NASB): ‘In one hour she has been laid waste!’ Sodom ain’t just a ghost town—it’s the church’s festering womb, Babylon’s first guttural snarl. She didn’t burn for lust—she torched for power, Ezek 16:49 spitting it raw: ‘Pride, gorged guts, lazy ease, she spat on the poor.’ Gold-draped, vaults choking on coin, the church and her pigs grovel in that stink. Gomorrah’s the backbone—‘strange flesh’ (Jude 1:7), screwing divine messengers, angel-worship warped into Trinity’s lie—no scripture root, just council grime, echoing Deut 32:17’s gods carved by clawing hands. Isaiah 1:9-10 snarls her Jerusalem’s twin, Matt 10:15 rips it—‘Sodom’s Judgment Day lighter than yours,’ Jesus cursing a church yet unborn. She’s Sodom and Gomorrah smashed bloody—Babylon’s double rot. SEAL 5 gutted the bedroom sham; she twisted it, slung stones, wallowed in filth thicker than the gutters she damned. Rev 18 roars—wealth to soot, ‘in one hour, her empire chars’ (Rev 18:17), same doom, same ash-pile end.

 

Reflection: Still drooling for her shine? SEAL 7’s mirror shatters—church beds dragon, lusts gore, not grace.

Takeaway: Trinity torched Gomorrah, Harlot burns—truth hacks her throne to ash.

 

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Curse of Sin: Hijacked Wheel

They gutted the Word—Apocrypha torched to ash, Enoch’s wheel hacked to splinters, Nicaea’s blades slashing limbs, Trent sealing the crypt with a snarl. Truth? Rebirth forges, purgation scours, judgment ain’t no one-shot blaze. SEAL 2 charred hell’s myth to cinders, SEAL 3 ripped heaven’s gates wide—SEAL 7 shreds the last rusted chain. Adam wasn’t cursed to rot—he was hijacked. Satan’s sentence—10,000 cycles (1 Enoch 18:15), grinding his guts, purging his filth, abyss-bound and clawing. Adam walked free—Satan snared him, tricked him into the wheel’s grind, shackling his bloodline—Gen 3:19 snarls: ‘Dust you are, to dust you return.’ Not death’s end—cycle’s teeth. Nicodemus fumbled—‘Born again? Womb twice?’ (John 3:3-4). Jesus snarled back—‘Rebirth’s the forge, fire claws ‘til love’s raw and whole.’ Church knew—Wisdom of Solomon, Baruch, Ezra’s Apocalypse hissed cycles, refining flames—but Rome hacked ‘em out, gutted the Word, fed a cage of lies. Trent bolted it shut, myth choking truth. SEAL 7 cracks the tomb—Nov 29, 2013, ripped it bloody, Scripture gasps, dragon’s noose snaps raw.

  

Reflection: Trust their butchered Word? SEAL 7’s wheel spins—scripture’s corpse bleeds truth’s gore.  

Takeaway: Truth’s cycle roars free, church’s myth chars—curse shatters, ascent claws raw.

 

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Zion’s Jagged Edge

Rev 14:1 (NASB): ‘Then I looked, and behold, the Lamb was standing on Mount Zion, and with Him 144,000 who had His name and the name of His Father written on their foreheads.’ Heb 12:22-23 (NASB): ‘You have come to Mount Zion … the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem.’ Zion ain’t church—no steeple, no gold-crusted cage—a ‘Third Temple’ not hacked by hands (Acts 17:24), not the stone sham they slung. Harlot snatched Her name, draped it over Babylon’s gore-throne—Ezek 40-48 roared restoration, no bricks; John 2:19-21 slashes raw—Jesus named His flesh the temple. But 2 Thess 2:4 snarls—Satan squats in ‘God’s temple,’ grinning as Her. Church hijacked it—stacked cathedrals on martyrs’ skulls, branded it Zion, crowned it with Trinity’s stink (Rev 13:18). Heb 12:22 torches the con—Zion’s no empire, no spire. She’s the firstborn’s city, God’s feral womb, humanity’s root clawing free. Rev 17:4-5 paints her—scarlet Harlot, gold-soaked, pimping Zion as her altar. SEAL 1 burned wrath’s lie, SEAL 6 gutted Trinity’s veil—SEAL 7’s silence roars: Zion rises, Mother’s blade, shredding Satan’s coils. Rev 12:9 tags him—‘Ancient serpent, Satan, deceiver of all’—ruler of this age (John 12:31), guzzling worship through Trinity kneels (Rev 13:18), Michael’s shrug his prop (Jude 1:9). Every bow fed him—Eph 2:2’s ‘prince of the air’ choking Adam’s blood, 2 Cor 11:14’s ‘angel of light’ cloaking his scales in shine. Zion don’t kneel—She slashes. Hab 2:20 growls—‘Let all the earth choke silent.’ No chants, no creeds—just thick, crushing hush. Harlot’s hymns gag, dragon’s altars splinter. Rev 14:6’s angel bellows—‘Fear God, give Her glory, Her judgment’s hour slams down; worship Her who forged heaven, earth, sea, springs.’ (Her—truth’s fang; God’s no man, no woman, pure Source.) Aug 7, 2013, cracked the lie; Nov 29, 2013, split the root; Feb 6, 2014, truth bled raw. 2025’s mess—political rot, coin dread, media smog, AI’s claws—snarls his last gasp. Zion’s no tower—She’s a jagged cliff, battleground where nations claw back what he stole, fists bleeding, lies ash. 

 

Reflection: Still licking her gold? SEAL 7’s silence slashes—Zion’s edge rips truth’s gore raw.

Takeaway: Mother’s blade guts the dragon’s con—humanity’s root roars, reign chars to dust.

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Conclusion: Final Blow – Humanity’s Call

Rev 20:10 (NASB): ‘The devil who deceived them was thrown into the lake of fire and brimstone … tormented day and night forever.’ Romans 8:19-23 groans raw—‘Creation’s gut aches, clawing for God’s sons to rise.’ No angel crutch, no heaven’s cavalry—this is ours, humanity’s fist smashing the beast’s skull. No rescue—it’s our war, our jagged blade. Rev 12:12 snarls—‘Woe to earth and sea, devil’s down, fury blazing, time’s short.’ SEAL 7 cracked—Aug 7, 2013, truth bled; Nov 29, 2013, silence roared; Feb 6, 2014, he clawed back, scales peeling. Chaos slammed—Crimea ignited Feb 27-Mar 18, 2014, Donbas hemorrhaged 14,000 (UN). Skies split—MH370 vanished (239 souls), MH17 shattered (298), 904 corpses rained in ‘14 (ICAO). Wars gorged—Sudan’s 16,000+, Gaza’s 40,000+, Syria’s toll spiraled (UNHCR). Earth convulsed—Turkey-Syria 2023 quake crushed 59,000, Nepal 2015 reaped 9,000, Haiti 2021 gutted 2,248, Morocco 2023 slew 2,946. 2023 seethed 71 conflicts (SIPRI); 2024 flared to 80—Sudan charred, Myanmar unraveled. 2025—305 million claw for aid (OCHA’s March tally looms), 309 million gnash in famine (WFP). Disasters tripled since 2000—200 events then, 600 in 2024 (EM-DAT)—Turkey-Syria shook the crust, Horn starved 13 million, 43,000 dead by 2025 (UNICEF), Yunnan’s 2014 quake (617) a faint scar. Not fate—Satan’s death-thrash. Crimea tipped his scales, wars stoked his pyre—Black Death ate 50 million, WW2 85 million, but 2014-25’s rhythm outpaces, WW3’s shadow growling.

  

The Seals gutted him:  

• SEAL 1 torched wrath’s lie to ash.  

• SEAL 2 snuffed hellfire's choke.  

• SEAL 3 ripped heaven's guts wide.  

• SEAL 4 snapped death’s rusted grip.  

• SEAL 5 slashed shame's throat raw.  

• SEAL 6 shredded Trinity’s mask to rot.  

• SEAL 7—silence cracked, truth roared, we swung the blade.

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How? Fear’s his leash—economic dread, religious chains, media smog. Eph 6:12 nails it—‘Not flesh, but rulers of darkness.’ We snap it—truth binds, fear rends. No waiting, no groveling for seraphs. Humanity swings—defy his gears, shun his coin, torch his haze. Live truth, howl it, forge iron bonds—every tribe, every tongue. Tech cuts both ways—his lies boom, but we slash sharper, light bleeding shadow dry. The Book of Life’s ours to carve—etched by risers, not kneelers. 2025 seals his doom—305M in chaos (OCHA), AI peaks his venom, yet Zion’s truth slashes louder, his throne splinters. Fail now, the second resurrection looms—another age, another grind (Rev 20:5-6); rise today, his next reign chokes. His empire bleeds—infighting guts his ranks, he claws the throne, scales flaking, screams drowning in sulfur. Harlot’s gold melts, idols gag (Rev 19:2). Babel’s bricks, Rome’s cross, Vatican’s vault—charred by our fists (Gen 1:26—‘Let them rule’). Two months of dread (Aug 7-Nov 29, 2013), then the blow (Feb 6, 2014)—lies gutted raw. Heb 12:26-28 torches the filth—‘A kingdom unshaken’—love reigns, dragon’s corpse cools. This generation’s shot—no encore; pick your dirt.

 

Reflection: Thought heaven’s your savior? SEAL 7’s roar wakes—humanity crushes the worm’s guts raw.

Takeaway: Seals shred, Harlot flops, Zion roars—truth’s fire chars the lie, age bleeds out.​