J.M.J.

A GREAT CITY THAT WAS

I SPOKE OF NEW YORK IN NINETEEN NINETY-SEVEN,

AND IT WAS SO FOUR YEARS LATER ON SEPTEMBER ELEVEN.

THE ENTIRE CONTEXT WILL SOON COME TO FRUITION

IF MAN FAILS TO REPENT AND TO SHOW TRUE CONTRITION.

EVEN THOUGH, MY DEAR CHILDREN, MANY BUILDINGS STILL STAND,

YOU WILL SOON NOT DISTINGUISH THE LAY OF THE LAND.

ASHES WILL BLEND FROM BOTH STRUCTURES AND FLESH;

THERE WILL BE NO MORE MONUMENTS LEFT MEMORIES TO REFRESH.

A TERROR ALERT MAY PROVIDE YOU A WARNING,

BUT IT WILL NOT CONSOLE YOU DURING THIS TIME OF MOURNING.

YOU CANNOT, MY DEAR CHILDREN, TURN YOUR BACK ON YOUR SAVIOR

AND CONTINUE A LIFESTYLE OF SINFUL BEHAVIOR.

A GREAT CITY SO PROSPEROUS, RENOWN, AND ROBUST

WILL SOON TURN TO ASHES AND FROM ASHES TO DUST.

NO ONE WILL COME FORWARD THESE RUINS TO REBUILD

FOR THERE WILL NOT BE A PLACE LEFT WHERE BLOOD HAD NOT BEEN SPILLED.

“THY WILL BE DONE”

1-19-2004

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