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Christ's Holy Whip

That whip is the flaming might of the heavenly white dove That burns away the wicked, and blows away the black ash thereof That long-lasting wood for the whip is the blood ridden cross That brought death to Jesus and begot the life of Christ now above These joined made the flaming cross for Jerusalem to see Filled with robbers and barren canals, far from the Pleroma’s sea Not the city we see, but the one who cries out “Lord, Lord” For us to become the house of sun, light and dove forever free Inspired by Heracleon's Commentary on the Gospel of John, Fragment 13 on John 2:13-16.

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