Ye 'Christians, call yourself', ye glare with bugging eyes, do judge, each and every one. And so...ye wear the cruelest cross, that killed our only Christ, and you imagine yourself better, and more surely sanctified. By what? I ask! I wear my own device, a star, you make me out, a devil of. You are the devil...and I wears it, cause o' you! Like 'mosquito coil'.
Amen!
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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