Monopoly

Wal-Mart. The FEMA camp.

Mark of the beast from Yahweh.

One world government...

I see in my visions people living off monopoly money. Whatever they start with. Except this game is for real. The hunger games. Trapped in Wal-Mart scrambling with their money, what they based all their worth and value on. Pitiful sight, but necessary. Food scarcity. Only so much food they can buy before you run out of money.

And when you do, you die.

I could write this off as some sick fantasy, but I know it's more than that. I know it's real.

I saw that door lock on its own with my mother watching then saying something. I heard it lock... Witchcraft.

I'm reclaiming my voice that was once lost.

I know what I see is prophetic...