Those 144,000 people with the Symbol of God on their foreheads survived, each and every one of them. They all made their way to Mount Zion, a hill just outside of Jerusalem. The Lamb met them there.
It was time for God to strike back. Now he was going to kill all the people who worshipped the Beast.
Not just kill them, either, but torture them with fire and dismemberment, before squishing them in a huge wine press from which the blood flowed into a lake hundreds of miles wide.
I was still busy counting the Saved. Minding my own business. La la la la la la. Nothing happening here. Oh look, a piece of lint!
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