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18 And another angel came out from the altar - who had power over fire - and 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 vineyard of the earth! For her grapes are ripe!”

19 And the angel thrust in his sharp sickle on the earth, and cut down the vines of the vineyard of the earth and cast them into that great winepress of the wrath of God.

20 And the winepress was trampled outside the City. And blood flowed out of the winepress, up to the horses’ bridles, for the space of 1600 furlongs.

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