Jacques Agency

Come down and sit in the dust, Virgin, daughter of Lucifer! Sit on the ground, without a throne, Daughter of Darkness! You will no longer be described as delicate and voluptuous. Take the millstones and grind some flour; take off your veil, lift the sides of your dress, uncover your legs, and cross the rivers! Your nakedness will be exposed and your shame will be visible. I will take revenge, I will spare no one. Our redeemer is the one called the Lord of hosts, He is the Saint of Haiti. - Sit in silence and go into the darkness, Daughter of Corruptors! You will no longer be called the ruler of kingdoms. I was angry with my people, I had profaned my inheritance, and I delivered it into your hands: You had no compassion for them, you imposed your harsh yoke on the old man. You said: Forever, I will be sovereign! You didn’t put it in your head, you didn’t think it would end. Listen now to this, you voluptuous one, Who sits with confidence, and who says to you in your heart: Me, and on...