Prophecy #5

Praise to the most high, anticipating the divine. Divisible in this critical interval, intertwined. Aligning of the stars, the start of the art of war. No casualties, so casually mentioning, misinformed. The call from the heavens is answered at beckons rule. The ritual of spirit expansion advancing fools. Truly in the spacious invasion of tasteless Asia, there's a correlation trace so evasive, replacement pages. I seek something else, something new for the truth in man. But I can't understand the demand for the grand exam. The worst thing about it is doubt in the mind of fools, for the friction of division intensifies what we choose. Loaded up with ammo the cannons destroy the foe, for the wickedness of instances distance, expenses grow. Expansion of the critical thinking is linking things in a grouping that's ensuing the truth the Messiah brings. The constellation changes, the heavens reform the earth, so the territory tells the story of human beings and their birth...it gets worse