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Marcos, Novo Testamento, MC, 3:14

Marcos, MC, 3:14, Então designou doze, aos quais chamou de apóstolos, para estarem com ele e para os enviar a pregar

I stand in the ring in the dead city and tie on the red shoes. Everything that was calm is mine, the watch with an ant walking, the toes, lined up like dogs, the stove long before it boils toads, the parlor, white in winter, long before flies, the doe lying down on moss, long before the bullet. I tie on the red shoes. They are not mine. They are my mother’s. Her mother’s before. Handed down like an heirloom but hidden like shameful letters. The house and the street where they belong are hidden and all the women, too, are hidden. All those girls who wore the red shoes, each boarded a train that would not stop. Stations flew by like suitors and would not stop. They all danced like trout on the hook. They were played with. They tore off their ears like safety pins. Their arms fell off them and became hats. Their heads rolled off and sang down the street. And their feet – oh God, their feet in the market place - their feet, those two beetles, ran for the corner and then danced forth as if they were proud. Surely, people exclaimed, surely they are mechanical. Otherwise… But the feet went on. The feet could not stop. They were wound up like a cobra that sees you. They were elastic pulling itself in two. They were islands during an earthquake. They were ships colliding and going down. Never mind you and me. They could not listen. They could not stop. What they did was the death dance. What they did would do them in.

Hebreus, Novo Testamento, HB, 9:3

Hebreus, HB, 9:3, Por trás do segundo véu se encontrava o tabernáculo que se chama o Santo dos Santos,

Deuteronômio, Antigo Testamento, DT, 22:7

Deuteronômio, DT, 22:7, Você pode ficar com os filhotes, mas deixe a mãe ir, livremente, para que tudo vá bem com você, e para que você prolongue os seus dias.

Juízes, Antigo Testamento, JZ, 12:6

Juízes, JZ, 12:6, os homens de Gileade lhe diziam: ´Então diga ´Xibolete`.` Se ele dizia ´Sibolete`, não podendo pronunciar corretamente a palavra, eles o agarravam e matavam nos vaus do Jordão. Assim naquele tempo foram mortos quarenta e dois mil efraimitas.

⁠Você vai parar de sofrer quando parar de ter esperança.

Números, Antigo Testamento, NM, 28:12

Números, NM, 28:12, e seis litros da melhor farinha, amassada com azeite, em oferta de cereais, para um novilho; quatro litros da melhor farinha, amassada com azeite, em oferta de cereais, para um carneiro;

Burrice e maldade jamais foram termos antagônicos.

O garoto vai combater um extraterrestre, sei lá, um cara do outro mundo, o cara vai com um estilingue? Não tinha um adulto consciente pra botar uma pistola na mão dessa criança? (Julinho)

Quem procura amor, encontra amor. O ódio vai para quem tem ódio.