On trading in the templeA Poem by Sergey Streltsov
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With a stick I will drive out those who sell from the temple, there is no more shame in the world than to resist Love, and enemies see a tribe selling holy things everywhere, where He had been sold to its slaves. © 2024 Sergey Streltsov |
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