A few years ago, I sent out postcards which said, “1, 2, 3, 4; I declare a mail art war.” This is, “The Post Apocalypse,” let every mail artist choose a side; my prayers are all for this, that the lukewarm be stirred up, either to hatred, or to love. I have spoken, in the manner of Gollum being tortured in Mordor, two words; “IUOMA. Jesus.”
This name holds more power than any other name, “Jesus.” And though a soul cry out to the mountains, “cover me,” one cannot hide from God when His wrath is at the door; except by this one word, “mercy.”
I have spoken, “mercy,” and have been told, “leave us alone.” So I now speak, “justice,” may The God of Abraham; God of David; Father of Jesus Christ, pour forth into the mail art network, a microcosmic Apocalypse; as a sign and a wonder to the world of His coming wrath.
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