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Submitted by Dirk Gently on March 02 2000 at 18:04:12
In reply to :o(... Submitted by BLues. on March 02 2000 at 06:51:58
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By the rivers of Babylon, There we sat down, yea, we wept When we remembered Zion. We hung our harps Upon the willows in the midst of it. For there those who carried us away captive asked of us a song, And those who plundered us requested mirth, Saying, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!" How shall we sing the Lord's song In a foreign land? Psalm 137:1-4 We're living in Babylon, my brother. And Babylon is living in the hearts of all who fail to see God's image in even the most corrupt sinner. To the pure, all things are pure. But if I am capable of hate, then I too am able to set fire to a twelve year old. May God have mercy on us all, for all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God. Dirk |