Isaiah, 63
3. "The wine press I have trodden alone, and of my people there was no one with me. I trod them in my anger, and trampled them down in my wrath; Their blood spurted on my garments; all my apparel I stained.
3. "The wine press I have trodden alone, and of my people there was no one with me. I trod them in my anger, and trampled them down in my wrath; Their blood spurted on my garments; all my apparel I stained.
“O amor tudo esquece, tudo perdoa, sem reservas.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina