Blood shall be in the streets. O My child, the list would grow longer and longer. My child and My children, you will all continue to keep a constant vigilance of prayer. My child, shout it from the rooftops to your last breath. How many years have I traveled across your earth, crying with tears of pity and frustration, that the great Chastisement be withheld from mankind, because of the many souls that will be lost to Heaven.
Blood flows in the street.
Hunger shall be set upon your country. Many shall die. My child, do not be affrighted. Through countless years have you seen this scene. I - I don't know.