Who, and why?

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Just looking around.  Then I... saw them.  Ignored.  Kept rolling the bones, and come up with 7's.  Someone else must have been hitting snake eyes?  Had to laugh.

Three of these showed naturally.  Unusual.  Especially since they have specific meanings.  I have codified them, in the past.  Truths?  What... is the truth?

But, yes, I think so.  Not my truth?  Or... if having to do with me, not a truth I created.  The riders are feared, even hated.  And, for those who abide flesh, the world, sin?  That is probably fair.  For those who choose God, whole heart, mind, and soul?  While not to be sought, like some failed w.a.s.p.s seem to choose, being even so zionist as to destroy their own in chasing that way that they damage, perhaps damn, their souls.  I used to be one of them.

No, the horseman aren't even here to destroy man.  They are here to kill time, slow events, so that all men will get a fair chance to fully choose God or Satan, heaven or below, only two paths, two choices, two ways.  No more.  Further, the horsemen are children of man, if not... just man... perhaps?  Nephilim, save one.

They are merely here to buy time, allow choice.  That many will die is not the goal, aim, it is just the reason they were born of the sin of man.  A... return on investment to buy them time, when they most need it.  God has a way... of taking evil... intentions, acts, even beings... and melding them into even something so grand as salvation.  Odd, that.  But... wonderful.

The horsemen, in three vids?  Maybe.  But, who then are Plague and Pestilence?  And... a few others?  Double duty, more horsemen than suggested, or not all are riders?  Some are of the seven Disasters?  Difficult to know, the writings, prophecy, are... marred by the fear of the writer?  Hmm...  Still...

Four of the mainly named, in three videos.  There is a rhythm, rhyme, to the count and enumeration.  One I favor, strangely.  Prophecy, itself, is a bit of a plague.  A truth?  Only time ever tells, and only the living may remember to guess.  The dead know, or are no more, depending on their pedigree?  We'll see.

Whoever is reminding?  Thank you, Mr. Anderson.

Though, now I see... more clearly.  The penultimate force multiplier.  There will be one far better than I.  The real One.  Amen.

As suggested, once before.  The only promise I can keep.  Sexy, isn't it?

Promises?  Hopes?  Dreads?  Look.  Sins always come home to roost.  In the beginning, and in the end.  The longer it is put off?  The greater the faith of man.  But, when the heart of men fails?  So be it.  Though... isn't it good to think that the sins of man might come to their aid in the end, allow them time to choose?  I suppose, unless... you have chosen, already... wrongly.  Then it's not considered fair?  *rictus grins*

Well, someone out there started it.  I just... do my part.  Am I War?  Or do I just dream, and have visions, of such?  Don't ask me.  Ask... Another.  You know how.  Amen.