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I rear my God-chompers like nunchucks, there to swing back at men devils who pronounce holiness. I bite the tips off their waxy hair beds. I see evil everywhere I look. Luminescent atrocities whisper suggestions, point fingers at the hypocrites; I return with raging atheist responses. And as I go to do my feeding, I wish I believed in Hellfire.
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Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 4:28 PM UTC
the non-believers
I rear my God-chompers like nunchucks, there to swing back at men devils who pronounce holiness. I bite the tips off their waxy hair beds. I see evil everywhere I look. Luminescent atrocities whisper suggestions, point fingers at the hypocrites; I return with raging atheist responses. And as I go to do my feeding, I wish I believed in Hellfire.
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balyssabug
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Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 4:28 PM UTC
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