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He Also Having a Sharp Sickle

I Saw Under the Altar the Souls of Them That Were Slain

Thrust in Thy Sickle

The Great Winepress of the Wrath of God

Enter in Through the Gates into the City

Shall Be Found No More at All

Clothed with a Garment Down to the Foot

A Woman Clothed with the Sun, And the Moon Under Her Feet

To Him That Sat on the Cloud

The Time Is Come for Thee to Reap

There Was Found No Place for Them

Clothed with White Robes