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Jan 2016
Rancid emollients
Abrasive salves
Crocodile tears
Insipid passion
Contrived emotions
Spare me your
Hollow empty
Sin mongering
Religious rectitude
And make your
Living like we do
Earn it!
I am so tired and disgusted with grown men of "the cloth" playing moral arbitrators in our lives, while preying upon the innocent. The hypocrisy is despicable, and I have personal experience, so spare me your defense of the Holy Sea and its factions! If there was no God and no church would you all of a sudden have no sense of moral turpitude? What utter nonsense!
Timothy Ward
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Timothy Ward  22/M/California
(22/M/California)   
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