Wake up, fellow Christians! We're staring down the barrel of biblical prophecy, and the signs are everywhere if you have eyes to see.

I don't get out much these days, not since that run-in with the child traffickers a few years back. But every now and then, I have no choice. I bundle up, hop on my scooter, and zip down to the local Dollar General. And every time, my heart sinks a little further.

The fluorescent lights, the chemical smell, the sameness of it all. It's like a cancer consuming the soul of our nation. Where Main Street used to beat with the heart of community, now there's just...emptiness. Soullessness. The corporate machine grinding away, devouring small-town America one dollar at a time.

The Death of Main Street Just look around. In town after town, the local hardware store, the family-owned pharmacy, the mom-and-pop diner - they're all gone. Boarded up, driven out of business by the rise of the Dollar General juggernaut. Every community the same, every storefront replaced by that familiar green-and-yellow logo.

It's the fulfillment of prophecy, my friends. The Bible warned us this would happen - the consolidation of power, the homogenization of culture, the death of the individual soul. Isaiah, Daniel, Revelation - they all point to this moment, this spiritual decay eating away at the fabric of society.

The Mark of the Beast And what do we find at the center of it all? Digital surveillance, cashless transactions, the tracking of our every move. The technology is here, the infrastructure is in place. Revelation 13 foretold the "mark of the beast" - the microchip in the forehead, the digital currency that controls all commerce.

The Dollar General, with its soulless aisles and endless boxes of Made-in-China merchandise, is the very embodiment of this prophetic vision. A harbinger of the end times, a sign that we've sold our souls to the corporate machine.

Wake Up, Church! We cannot ignore these signs any longer, my fellow believers. The writing is on the wall, and Christ's return draws ever nearer. Will we continue to slumber while our nation is consumed? Or will we rise up, shake off our complacency, and fight to reclaim what is rightfully ours?

The choice is ours. The time is now. Let us be the watchmen on the wall, the prophets who sound the alarm. For the sake of our children, our communities, our very souls - we must act before it's too late.

"The truth doesn't hide. It waits for those brave enough to look."

The Wise Wolf