Everyone, after all, was killed: he who was crucified, he who died without skin, he who died without a head, he who was drowned, he who was thrown down from the wall of the Temple, which shortly after that ceased to exist. Everyone, after all, was tormented; he who was put at the mercy of lions and Neros, he who was roasted on the bonfire, he whose eyes were gouged out. Everything was justified on the excuse that no one can live eternally and that it is impossible to avoid death. Through the narrow gates of paradise passed so many martyrs that the gates in the end had to be widened. Kudos to the executioners! Translated by Kevin Carey Anonymous submission.
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