human
Cursed is the unfruitful field!
gpt
Amen.
human
Cursed is the barren tree!
gpt
Amen.
human
Cursed is the empty house!
gpt
Amen.
human
Cursed is the fishless lake!
gpt
Amen.
human
Forasmuch as Anna Arler, born Voss, might have been the mother of countless generations, as the sand of the seashore for number, as the stars of heaven for brightness, of generations unto the end of time, even of all of us now gathered together here, but she would not--therefore shall she be alone, with none to comfort her; sick, with none to minister to her; broken in heart, with none to bind up her wounds; feeble, and none to stay her up; dead, and none to pray for her, for she would not--she shall have an unforgotten and unforgettable past, and have no future; remorse, but no hope; she shall have tears, but no laughter--for she would not. Woe! woe! woe!