Sin Is Believing The Lie That You

For You [god] Are Infinite And Never Change. In You "today" Never Comes To An End: And Yet Our "today" Does Come To An End In You, Because Time, As Well As Everything Else, Exists In You. If It Did Not, It Would Have No Means Of Passing. And Since Your Years Never Come To An End, For You They Are Simply "today."

Since Love Grows Within You, So Beauty Grows. For Love Is The Beauty Of The Soul.

Where Love Is, What Can Be Wanting? Where It Is Not, What Can Possibly Be Profitable?

The Wicked Have Told Me Of Things That Delight Them, But Not Such Things As Your Law Has To Tell.

Alternate Translation: Come Brethren, If You Have A Mind To Be Ingrafted In The Vine, It Is A Pity To See You Lopped Off In This Manner From The Stock. Reckon Up The Prelates In The Very See Of Peter; And In That Order Of Fathers See Which Has Succeeded Which. This Is The Rock Over Which The Proud Gates Of Hell Prevail Not.