 | A Book of Quatrains |  |
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THE TORTURERS
THERE is a sound of hammers always reachingFrom earth to heaven; for hourly, to their loss,
Some so-called Christians, blasphemously preaching
By lips, not hearts, nail Jesus to the Cross.
| A Book of Quatrains | |
From earth to heaven; for hourly, to their loss,
Some so-called Christians, blasphemously preaching
By lips, not hearts, nail Jesus to the Cross.