Prophecy for drunk Ephraim

Cursed garland of flowers pride of drunk Ephraim, flowers of fading beauty of glory at the head of his prosperous valley but now overcome with wine. Look Out! I Am mighty in the storm, hail destroying tempest flood of rising waters so His hand casts down to the ground. So will be the flowers of fading beauty of his glory at the head of his prosperous valley. Just like a ripe fig before harvest, spotted gets grabbed and gobbled down, In the day of I Am Hosts as real glory garland of beauty for the remnant of his people. Spirit of Justice for he who sits in judgement, strength of those who turn the enemy at the gate. as well Priest and Prophet as those who stagger from strong drink confused by wine staggering hardly able to stand beer effecting their vision and judgement. So that tables are covered with vomit. Who will have knowledge these days ? Who can explain things to those who are just off milk and taken from the breast ? For it is -do this, do,do, do this; and rule rule rule and rule, a little here a little there all in strange tongues in alien languages he speaks to them. So who said this? This is a resting place rest and relax but the just will not listen. Therefore the word of I Am will be to them do this, do do do this and rule rule rule and rule, a little here a little there so that they will go and fall backwards, be broken snared and taken away by aliens. (Don't you mean Chinese-Ed) OK then you mockers! Listen to what I Am says to those of yous who rule Jerusalem. With death you say you have a covenant. and you say that when the overwhelming whip sweeps through it won't touch you at all because you have lies for your refugee and deception your hiding place. Well this is what King I am says to you. Look he lays in Zion a stone. A foundation bench mark precious corner stone for the one believing unperturbed. I will make justice the measuring standard. Rightness the vertical standard of survey. And hail will sweep away the lies as a refugee overflowing with flood waters. You covenant with death is hereby annulled and will collapse on you so the overwhelming wwhip will sweep through and you will go down. No matter, in the morning, next morning you will be swept away or during the day or at night so that the message is "Terror" (Homeland Security will be interested to read this-Ed) Your bed too short for you to stretch out on it. You blanket too narrow to wrap around you. As Perazim I Am will rise up. As Gibeon Valley in this way he does utterly weird things totally alien. Now Mock if you want! Well your chains get heavier as you do for I have heard I Am Hosts decide destruction for the entire land. Now really listen to what I have to say. All day the plough man ploughs and harrows prior to planting. Once he has things level he sows small see plants in this place and wheat and barley elsewhere with something else as the border. Why ? Because God taught him the right way to do it. Fine seed plants are not processed through heavy grinders. He doesn't pit heavy machines over delicate seeds, rather the fine seed gets specail processing and the more delicate gentler than that. Sure bread grains need grinding but there is a limit to how much. And when he puts it through the crusher he knows what he is doing. All this wisdom comes from I Am Hosts who is great if you want or need to consult him.