(music: A Silver Mount Zion)
We here, in the broken nation, are tired and bruised.
We've been left here alone with nothing. We've been abandoned. We're like vomit in the street outside of a seedy bar. We've been relegated to the bottom of the barrel, and all our senses of understanding and love seem gone forever. In order to survive here we have to become like animals and we have to forego all sense of civility and understanding.
How is it possible that a nun can fly? How is it possible if (...) falls out of a plane and lands unscathed?
But who are we? Who are we to scoff at such things? Who are we to doubt such miracles?
Alas, we we are but tramps in the gutter here in the broken nation. But a little faith can take us a long, long way.

If you're pure enough, if you believe enough..sisters believe me, you will fly. God will be your parachute.
You will experience the miracle I have felt.
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