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Have pity on the poor old human tired and warn and broken. I do not envy such a man to whom not a word is spoken. Fallen from the mount fanned by palms nevermore his back is bent his back is sore. He will not rise to heaven; it is not there, so do not pity the false prophet whose lies were made aware, and though we let him walk the earth we **** him with despair.
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Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 1:26 PM UTC
The death of jesus
Have pity on the poor old human tired and warn and broken. I do not envy such a man to whom not a word is spoken. Fallen from the mount fanned by palms nevermore his back is bent his back is sore. He will not rise to heaven; it is not there, so do not pity the false prophet whose lies were made aware, and though we let him walk the earth we **** him with despair.
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Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 1:26 PM UTC
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