Another Sermon On the Mount
Let me tell you these things.
Soon the bells of the world shall toll.
Unhappy shall be the poor.
They shall be robots for the wealthy.
Unhappy shall be the humble.
They shall be slaves of selfish world.
Unhappy shall be lovers of holiness.
They shall be mocked at by the world.
Unhappy shall be the submissive ones.
They shall lose all their rights.
Unhappy shall be the merciful.
They shall be punished as traitors.
Unhappy shall be the clean in heart.
They shall not be respected.
Unhappy shall be peacemakers.
They shall be called children of cowards
Fear not, weep not- you the persecuted.
You’ve one thing to lose- City of Hell
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