But how can you utter it without crimson faces?
I tell you now, God is to make a short work upon this earth.

His lines are being drawn, and many of you before me will be left outside.

The curtains of Zion have been spread, but you are gone beyond their folds.

You are no longer numbered in the household of faith.

For your weak souls the sealing keys of power have been delivered in vain.
You have become waymarks to the kingdom of folly.