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18 And another angel came out from the altar, who had power over fire, and he cried with a loud cry to him who had the sharp sickle, and said, Thrust in your sharp sickle, and gather the clusters of the earth, for her grapes are ripe! 19 And the angel thrust in his sickle on the earth and cut down the grapes of the vineyard of the earth, and cast them into the great wine-vat of the wrath of God. 20 And the wine-vat was trodden outside the city, and blood came out of the vat, even up to the horses’ bridles, for the space of 1,600 furlongs.

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