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is there any room for hope… no longer is friendly white Jesus waiting on a cloud with harp playing angles that image has been replaced with Catholic officials proclaiming Alien saviors will soon be at our doorstep… a doorstep sprinkled with nuclear fallout and massive carbon and methane emissions a doorstep in which hate resides based on skin color, religious dogma, classism, and anything else the media outlets promote to the mindless ninnies forever entranced by the glowing box… a glowing box spilling lies onto children’s ears forcing sexuality and violence on children’s eyes promoting genetically modified foods flavored with prescription drugs for children’s mouths’ all the while singing about the future and the world we are leaving behind… and so many behinds must parish so many parishes of Pharisees pleading to the Presbyterians that the Pleiadian’s probably will save us all from our own collective choices or maybe they are coming to feed… we feed on the flesh of the endangered for status we frolic in the delicate forests for fun we fight amongst ourselves for fear but I am free from that frivolity seriously….
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
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is there any room for hope… no longer is friendly white Jesus waiting on a cloud with harp playing angles that image has been replaced with Catholic officials proclaiming Alien saviors will soon be at our doorstep… a doorstep sprinkled with nuclear fallout and massive carbon and methane emissions a doorstep in which hate resides based on skin color, religious dogma, classism, and anything else the media outlets promote to the mindless ninnies forever entranced by the glowing box… a glowing box spilling lies onto children’s ears forcing sexuality and violence on children’s eyes promoting genetically modified foods flavored with prescription drugs for children’s mouths’ all the while singing about the future and the world we are leaving behind… and so many behinds must parish so many parishes of Pharisees pleading to the Presbyterians that the Pleiadian’s probably will save us all from our own collective choices or maybe they are coming to feed… we feed on the flesh of the endangered for status we frolic in the delicate forests for fun we fight amongst ourselves for fear but I am free from that frivolity seriously….
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
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