Not a drop of rain fell upon this barren land, nor did the sparrows sing this spring, the vacant field of his heart remained a sand doon for the snakes and lizards to bore through. This then, is the Hell with which he was promissed. A self made dessolate heart which has not taken time to keep in touch with THE SOURCE!

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