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The cripple reggae

I say get in the way of that preachers. Saying murder’s a sin and justifyn’ Hitler with fables. If god’s love (and god’s love), homophobia is sin, turn those tables. And then abortion’s a sin but there are some expections. It goes something like “all of life’s sacred but not life of a cripple”. Yeah, dumb joke, but it hurts, it don’t tickle. But I still pray to saints for love and unity and friendship. As a goliard in cell I follow Lord while damning all the priestlings. This is cripple reggae not sounding soft beneath C.I.S. city sellings.
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demy-molentor
21 / M
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Written by
demy-molentor
21 / M
Published
Jun 18, 2019
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#reggae#disabled#disability#lgbt#cripple#prolife
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