How a meta-analysis of the passages of the New Revised Standard Version of the Anglicised Catholic Edition of the Bible foretells a Sentinels win vs Gen G
I've been at Vacation Bible School this whole week, and I think I've found some content that shows how the boys in red are going to take a huge win and move to playoffs:
Now David was sitting between the two gates. The sentinel went up to the roof of the gate by the wall, and when he looked up, he saw a man running alone.
Analysis: This is clearly a reference to how PRX D4V4I will be watching SEN Zellsis win a round on Abyss, as GENG Lakia runs away to save a gun, his efforts futile in the wake of the might of the vibe merchant.
So the horseman went to meet him; he said, ‘Thus says the king, “Is it peace?”’ Jehu responded, ‘What have you to do with peace? Fall in behind me.’ The sentinel reported, saying, ‘The messenger reached them, but he is not coming back.’
Analysis: The match is war. There is a direct message to the next Generation, and it is that they are not coming back. Sort of like our current politicians and their actions on climate change.
Upon your walls, O Jerusalem, I have posted sentinels; all day and all night they shall never be silent. You who remind the Lord, take no rest.
Analysis: Sentinels are always posting. And they definitely talk. All day, all night. All content. 2-0.
They build their houses like nests, like booths made by sentinels of the vineyard.
Analysis: We are all drinking out the Masters Madrid trophy tonight, baby. What belongs in a nest? An egg. What looks like an egg? Sacy's head. Also my bank account balance.
The sentinels found me, as they went about in the city. ‘Have you seen him whom my soul loves?’
Analysis: There's someone we all heckin' love. And he doesn't wear gold and black.
Isaiah 52:8
Listen! Your sentinels lift up their voices, together they sing for joy; for in plain sight they see the return of the Lord to Zion.
Analysis: The horde of SEN fans will descend upon the match thread like locusts upon a field of crops. Despair it - the dread is a nectar of sorts.
The best of them is like a brier, the most upright of them a thorn hedge. The day of their sentinels, of their punishment, has come; now their confusion is at hand.
Analysis: Enough said.
Anyway can anyone pass this on to Kaplan? I tried messaging him this and he must have blocked me by mistake, haha.