Daughter, Where Are Thy Accusers
Verily I say unto you dear child, the time shall come has now arrived....
Wherein Our Father from heaven shall neither be worshiped atop this mountain
Nor any other place: for His beauty is seeking they whom shall worship Him ?
In Spirit and truth ~ Love's finger tracing these signs a drop of blood unto her dust.
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