They give snakes and scorpions,
the wicked, the capitalists.
Your hand pains you
taking handouts.
It is not so with the just,
the contemplative,
the lovers.
How much for the Holy Spirit
they plea,
and it is given.
See it in their eyes.
They gain never for themselves.
The heat is rising,
the fires the wicked stoke,
keeping themselves warm,
they will burn
like the trees they've uprooted.
(Malachi 3:12-20, Psalm 1, Luke 11:5-13)
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