It is vain to seek the Lord, O church of iniquity. Your hands are filled with blood and your skirts with dung. Drink from the dregs of the wine the Lord has given you from his cup of wrath. Lift up your rebel heads and the king of glory shall smite with sword. Gather together you rich men and fill your barns with the spoil of the poor. Til the Lord appear suddenly in the temple and rebukes the sorcerers.
E K K L E S I A - Apostolic 497
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