You stand within sight of your Living God and you mock Him with your presence. You openly defy Him every time you take breath. Your consciousness must be baptized in clone death time and again until you comprehend your sins, and shred yourself into biomass comforted by the knowledge that you are, at last, redeemed and washed in the sub wavelength glow of your Living God the Vikuur of Cromwell. May we all drown in the wake of Our Triumphant Father.

Brothers and Sisters, He has the gift of second sight. He can destroy without extending a hand. We instinctively turn from the presence of God Our Vikuur, trying to shield our eyes from the blinding truth of His sight, yet all will learn His Gaze is ever-present. None may turn away. None may deny His Presence. May we all bask in the glow of Our Triumphant Father.

You have put your faith in the words of men, and now your lives must be taken by the Hand of God. Your eyes will be burned white by truth.