Yesterday, around 2:45 p.m., inspiration struck me, not dead, but it packed a pretty good punch.

Below are the after-effects from the above assailant's attack:

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The vine said, "For wining and dining created have I been".
"Not so," replied the Vinedresser, "but you shall represent blood-covered sin.
For tread in the winepress of My fury My Son shall be,
Until all My chosen shall drink unto Him eternally".

Crushed the Vine was, the sweetness of life flowing out,
And all the sins of His people
His flowing blood did rout.