You moan and groan over how “a pretty, cute, little lamb could be so slaughtered”, right?
Do you inhabit a pew on a given day, and feel nothing, when you hear the story of how a man was flailed unmercilessly, and with his state, made to walk, drippping blood all the way, shouldering a splintering piece of wood, and finally nailed to that wood, and speared?
Folks sacrificed that lamb, I believe, in their working to abate this virus, considering the boxes were put in “the four corners of the world”.
Not just Santeria, baby, but blood magick is recognized throughout Paganism.
Unmercilessly? Really?