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of her own life. After all, young Gentle was her first born. |
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It is Marry Marry and Dawn that I and the others cannot, as yet, find the inner strength to forgive. They fled. They were older. The children were left in the safety and sanctuary of their love. They abandoned their charge; they have left us with our hopes dashed, our children murdered and our prayers unanswered. |
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So it has come down to this. Perhaps Brother Raymond is right, perhaps man cannot live in peace. Perhaps there is no hope for that gentle faction of sweet Jesus's people who would live without war and hunger and inhumanity. |
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I will do as Brother Raymond bids me. I will drink because I am as one with my universe. I will drink this because it will free my tortured soul to renew its quest for all that is good and just and right and peaceful. . . . |
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A crudely penciled notation was found at the bottom of the last page of the original copy of this diary: |
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"This journal was discovered at the mass suicide site of the members of the Owl's Head commune known around these parts as the Coalition. The evidence indicates these sick bastards |
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