How do you feel down there in your vomit-puddle, this wonderful Godless safe-space you have created for yourself, with your belly swollen from the excrescence of excess, your throat clogged with the catarrh of expedient pleasures?
Heroes recognize
heroes, warriors recognize warriors and martyrs of God recognize martyrs of God―while all the other members of the “human
family” struggle to even recognize themselves in front of mirrors at home.
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