I'm posting bits of prophecies as I translate them. I refuse to speculate upon their meaning. Prophecies have always mystified me.
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A succession of fatalities will lay waste to the Red house;
Three children will cling to the widow's weeds.
The cold one heeds the spirit's hate
And all the line will suffer.
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Heaven allow this is already well fulfilled,
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