This is the true wine: the truth serum. There’s truth in this wine. The opposite of Babylon’s wine.
You don’t get drunk on the true wine. It awakens you. It wakes you up.
The true wine beings us together. It forms a body. The body of Christ.
The true wine doesn’t conceal the suffering of the world. The poison. The lies. The true wine redeems them.
Yeah, but this wine increases suffering. It makes things worse – much worse.
Maybe that’s what should happen: that things are made worse. That things are dragged further towards the end.
This wine calls to the other wine – the true wine. The disgusting calls to the non-disgusting. The anti-disgusting.
The false wine calls to the true wine. To the true feast. To the wine of the marriage supper of the Lamb.
Fuck Babylon, guys. Fuck Organisational Management. We’re drinking against Babylon. We’re not afraid of Babylon.
Fallen, fallen is Babylon the great. That’s the toast.
Babylon is already fallen. Its already ruined, only it doesn’t know it. A crack runs through the entire campus, and through every part of the campus. Even now. The end is preparing itself even now.
This is about the victory of the Lamb. A loyalty stronger than fear. Be not afraid, motherfuckers. Don’t fucking succumb.
You have to drink your way to sobriety – a new sobriety. They are drunk on sobriety, and we are sober.
Our suffering is not meaningless. It is seen It is counted. It is coming to an end.
Fallen, fallen is Babylon the great. It will fall. The towers will fall. The empire is not eternal.
The empire really is drunk. The empire’s mad. But the true feast is coming.
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