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“gas your trash paintings of jesus’ head and exchange your cross for some cash. It’s a known fact that god is dead; we fought, he and i - bashed, he passed, simply automatic, undramatic as that. I yelled to the sky, “the guy is gone, at last!” I danced on his grave and bade his descent, and the next holy role call, he was marked absent.” -Hehehehe in Hell “just shut it, satan, you are the worst. i’m writing a poem, go eat some dirt.” -Wisdom William
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Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
Wisdom William #4
“gas your trash paintings of jesus’ head and exchange your cross for some cash. It’s a known fact that god is dead; we fought, he and i - bashed, he passed, simply automatic, undramatic as that. I yelled to the sky, “the guy is gone, at last!” I danced on his grave and bade his descent, and the next holy role call, he was marked absent.” -Hehehehe in Hell “just shut it, satan, you are the worst. i’m writing a poem, go eat some dirt.” -Wisdom William
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Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
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