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Mystery

English – Chinese

Flattery and beauty are very powerful assets at her disposal and the harlot uses them well. Not only young fools but many a strong and wise man has been rendered completely captive to her seductive powers. Even Solomon yielded his life to her for her promised benefits.

But these benefits are very shallow and only temporary, as intense as they at times become, and leave one an empty shell, deluded into thinking he is alive and a chosen servant of the Lord Jesus Christ. In reality he is a whoremonger, at one with the harlot and an express enemy of Jesus Christ.

 

Her powers are awesome

her countenance spellbinding

she touches the stones

gently caressing

their response is instant

they grow excited

they move

and enlarge themselves

she takes hold

gently but firmly

bestowing a pleasure

almost impossible to resist

“Service me and I’ll give

pleasure forever –

refuse me and I’ll crush you”

an offer hard to refuse

“It is heaven,” they say

she plays them

they ejaculate

in all directions

their substance to the earth

her fame they spread abroad

they tell the news

and become the bearers

of death and destruction

spending themselves

and loving it so.

Moon River, February 15, 1991

 

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