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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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