All Plenty Which Is Not My God

Venerate The Martyrs, Praise, Love, Proclaim, Honor Them. But Worship The God Of The Martyrs.

I Fell Away From You, My God, And I Went Astray, Too Far Astray From You, The Support Of My Youth, And I Became To Myself A Land Of Want.

Charity Is No Substitute For Justice Withheld.

We Judge All Things According To The Divine Truth.

O Lord, Help Me To Be Pure, But Not Yet.