The prostitutes of Dauladtia Bangladesh, a place of children, a place of prostitutes who have no father, know no direction and have almost no hope when praying to Allah, the burning heart of the earth whose smoke is poisoning our minds.
Kensington Avenue, Philadelphia, skid row Los Angeles after dark, a night crawler's paradise.
You fight fire with fire, people. The fire of the Word of the burning wrath of God is an everlasting fuel. The burning heart burns till there's nothing left: the burning Word burns till all is made right.
Once it hits all the nails on the head, the coffin of the dead is sealed forever and ever. Amen.
Doug
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