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The Mark

Yes there will be filth, there will be muck in your mouth, some of it your own. Cities will drown in their own sewerage, and all will be but a metaphor and all will come true. Jesus loves you, keep fooling the fools, for they hate you far less than themselves. On that last step on the banks of the Ganges river be assured, that your bare muddy footprint will be the very mark of God.

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