Early in 2004, I asked God when the world will end. I didn't get an answer right away, but I knew He would tell me. The next day, when I checked my mail, I got a strange letter.
The envelope was blank. When I opened it and read the letter, I thought it was a joke. It said, 'In 2005. First a plague will rot away the flesh of some and drive them insane. Then beings from elsewhere will kill them and any normal man they find. After they leave, a flash of bright light will mean the end of man. Anyone who lives to that day will get access to paradise."
I threw it away and didn't think of it until August of 2005. I was watching television, when a news report came on. "We are here in Times Square where a man just murdered another," said the reporter. "He pushed the other man to the ground and literally ate his face."
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