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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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