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19.03.2011

{24:6} And you shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not
troubled: for all [these things] must come to pass, but the
end is not yet. {24:7} For nation shall rise against nation,
and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines,
and pestilences, and earthquakes, in divers places. {24:8}
All these [are] the beginning of sorrows. {24:9} Then shall
they deliver you up to be afflicted, and shall kill you: and ye
shall be hated of all nations for my name’s sake. {24:10}
And then shall many be offended, and shall betray one
another, and shall hate one another. {24:11} And many
false prophets shall rise, and shall deceive many. {24:12}
And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall
wax cold. {24:13} But he that shall endure unto the end, the
same shall be saved. (Gospel of St. Matthew)
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