The pestilence spread rapidly into their hearts, traveling from mouth to eating, kissing, gossiping, shouting mouth. This was no accident; this was a message from the heavens. Thou art not what I'd intended, He says. Thou art wasting my gift to you: life. Until they learn to be pure and stable of spirit, they will suffer from this illness. No one can save them but themselves. They can help one another, but ultimately, each must make his own decision, to choose light over dark, love over hate. This is the only way.
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