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2000 Years of Jhs

Blinded Nation's people were shouting: crucify him, "he said, he is the son of God". His blood on us and our children. Cross smeared with his blood, condemned, through nails joined with cluster of malefactors. 2000 years of infatuation, without acknowledgement of guilt, there is no pardon and no recompensation. Some were converting individually, Samaritans, Saracens, Zealots: Chesterton, Pascal, Stein, Brandstaetter... Others have been scoffing. Punishment will rotate as the wheel, until Covenant will be fulfilled.

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