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Son of man. Master of the Sabbath. Oh, how dark is the world night once again. Where the world tramples the chosen ones painfully. Once upon a time you cleansed Jerusalem’s temple with a self-braided whip. The money changers’ coins scattered in all directions. So come again in Your Judgment Oh God, to this abomination-city. Ravage Mammon’s repulsive golden treasure.

Hear the lamentation of the holy, set-apart ones, in their complaint. There where they languish, waiting for Your coming. Take the true Jacob-Israel in Your Divine possession. Take Sion by the hand and lead her in Your righteous path. So that we who are now crying can laugh joyfully again. Take our dark night and make it our sunny day in Your new kingdom. Yes, in the thousand-year sabbath day. You Alone are the Son of Man. The Master in our rebirth, of our eternal, Spiritual Sabbath.