Woe be unto those mimes,
Who partake of my flesh
And drink of my blood
Yet do not remember me,
For those souls are cheated,
And, they seek not for my coming
Nor, will they ever hear me knock
Or, ever let me visit them.
O, Those false congregations
Taketh my name in vain,
And only pretend to eat,
For their memorials represent nothing.
Sadly, I shall not sup with them
For they dine without Me
And my heart is broken,
For I was never invited to their table.
5-22-06
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