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These people are stains on your love-feasts; they have no qualms about carousing in your midst, they look after none but themselves ??rainless clouds, swept along by the wind, trees in autumn without fruit, doubly dead and so uprooted,

Verse ConceptsClouds, Figurative UseRootsAgape LovePlucking OutThe Second DeathLove Exists Between PeopleLove Feast