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𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓼 😂👌🔥💯

Far out on the desert to the north dustspouts rose wobbling
and augered the earth and some said they'd heard of pilgrims
borne aloft like dervishes in those mindless coils to be dropped
broken and bleeding upon the desert again and there perhaps
to watch the thing that had destroyed them lurch onward
like some drunken djinn and resolve itself once more
into the elements from which it sprang. — McCarthy


Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night;
Nor for the arrow that flieth by day;
Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness;
Nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.
A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand;
But it shall not come nigh thee.
Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold
And see the reward of the wicked. — Psalm 91:5-8