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19 And the angel sent his sickle into the earth, and gathered grapes of the vineyard of the earth, and sent into the great lake of God's wrath.

20 And the lake was trodden without the city, and the blood went out of the lake till to the horses' bridles [and blood went out of the lake unto the bridles of horses], by furlongs a thousand and six hundred.

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