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Come down from the tops of the trees they said. Sit amongst the broken twigs and the dead leaves they said. Twist your frame into that mold they said. Out pops another cookie cutter Christian. A hollow vessel. So I can't be me, but like you instead.
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
Religious Cults Are Awesome!
Come down from the tops of the trees they said. Sit amongst the broken twigs and the dead leaves they said. Twist your frame into that mold they said. Out pops another cookie cutter Christian. A hollow vessel. So I can't be me, but like you instead.
I'll find God my own way, thanks though.
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
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