Death, you stink!
Satan, go to hell! In Jesus’ name.
Adam and Eve, RIP. What were you thinking????
Okay, I know we would have sinned if you hadn’t.
Come on, you doctors, gathered in your hundreds,
in your black despair, look at your handiwork!
Couldn’t fix this, could you!?
One of your own, your friend, your colleague!
A pox on all your manly healing arts!
Be gone! You are useless!
Worse, you are arrogant and evil.
Every baby is going to end up here, in a box.
Waiting to be burned to become ashes to be worshiped.
Grave cleaning will get you nowhere, nor will the food at the altar.
Vanity, vanity, all is vanity.
Turn to the Maker of Heaven and Earth.
Stop this silly worship of gods you build for yourselves.
Chanting of meaningless syllables.
Wake up! He is waiting! He will run to receive you!
It is never too late, until it is too late.
There is a box waiting for you.
But that does not have to be the end of your story.
He broke the bonds of death and set the captive free.
Open your eyes, before the light goes out!
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