Purge

I am disgusted by your taste. It leaves my mouth foaming, filled with anger and hatred that I have never felt before. All along, I thought it was lukewarm that was said to be purged. But you, your being which is colder than any before you, is the bane of all existence. My eyes are so dry from your stale being that I can no longer produce tears from these abundant, wonderful eyes. You do not deserve the spit from a man, old from poverty and thin from others' selfishness. Because it was you who was the one that never fed him.

"Then He [The King] will say to those on his left, '...For I was hungry, and you gave me nothing to eat. I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in. I needed clothes and you did not clothe me. I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.'

"They also will answer, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or in needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?'

"He will reply, 'Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.'"

Matthew 25:41-45

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