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...I had a salowe vision wherein were fiery serpents and scorpions and drought ...sand, in an abrasive swirling murk, covered the crackled book of life... A testimony from the dimension of regret. This voice comes from the second right after the disaster when all there is left to say in a distressed whisper is It is too late. The irreparable has been carved in stone and those made accountable for it are you. Standing, shivering in cold dim light waiting for the sentence of the Holy Dead like Adam and Eve a
