Do not be horror-struck to gaze into Lucifer's eyes. For he too a sinner, and as the serpent looked heavenward with shame with a mouthful of Eve's bitter fruit.
In the gentle and fond hands of God we are all one. Saint, forgiven each besmirch, and sinner wiped clean. Face the storm head on, for we are only brief passengers riding a phaeton chariot on this pale rock. Once departed our memory fades, our mark under a thinner veil.
Stand strong with righteous zeal and shun the path of the despondent bearded son, and revel in the conclave of the gods. Hold fast to the breath given you, be content as the robe-maker in his kingdom rather the king of the simple minds.
-Johnny V.
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