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They speak of their god I ***** my laughter, an insult to their beliefs. And on behalf of all who kneel, I curse again— your savage, venomous god. With every fragment of my being, I pray, for its obliteration. W H O L E The ashes of our be- lie- vers—
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Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 11:00 PM UTC
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They speak of their god I ***** my laughter, an insult to their beliefs. And on behalf of all who kneel, I curse again— your savage, venomous god. With every fragment of my being, I pray, for its obliteration. W H O L E The ashes of our be- lie- vers—
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Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 11:00 PM UTC
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