Т е са подводни скали, когато пируват с вас на вашите трапези на любовта и без страх се угояват; безводни облаци, носени от ветровете; есенни дървета, безплодни, дваж умрели, изкоренени;
When you come together to eat the Christians’ love suppers, these people are like hidden rocks that wreck a ship. They only think of themselves. They are like clouds without rain carried along by the wind and like trees without fruit in the fall of the year. They are pulled out by the roots and are dead now and never can live again.
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