Even The Best Christian That Ever Lived

We Must Show Our Christian Colors, If We Are To Be True To Jesus Christ. We Cannot Remain Silent Or Concede Everything Away.

The Church Exists For Nothing Else But To Draw Men Into Christ.

Everyone Feels Benevolent If Nothing Happens To Be Annoying Him At The Moment.

Oh, I Can See It Happening, Age After Age, And Growing Worse The More You Reveal Your Beauty: The Son Turning His Back On The Mother And The Bride On Her Groom, Stolen Away By This Everlasting Calling, Calling, Calling Of The Gods. Taken Where We Can't Follow. It Would Be Far Better For Us If You Were Foul And Ravening. We'd Rather You Drank Their Blood Than Stole Their Hearts. We'd Rather They Were Ours And Dead Than Yours And Made Immortal.

Perhaps Your Own Reiterated Cries Deafen You To The Voice You Hoped To Hear