The former shall not be remembered

The years that the Locusts have eaten

The wine of the wrath

Brimstone

The churning of the milk

The Plague of the hail

And in their mouth was found no guile

We have the understanding

The Lips of the Wise

All they that devour thee shall be devoured

The spirit lifted me up

The days will be shortened

A bruised reed shall he not break

LOOSE THE SEVEN SEALS

Spiritual warfare

Tomorrow shall be as this day

Beauty for ashes

The thing that was sown in them

God kings and priests

Called by name

Hidden Manna