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Leftovers

Leftovers... Sometimes they eat just like a gourmet rocket ship landed on the moon And other times Well, other times... They could be the last stop just before the garbage can The real Last Super.. After.. Realization. .....for crimes that had never been comitted If The Word says.. "I love you.. " Which one woild it be? Garbage returned? Or Garbage dumped out? Pure Essence of Life.. pouring thru the space between fingers... Now forgotten hand's Divine Givingness Judas Price Gold for Some And bloods watery emptiness  for others Murder for Greed Death of Christ Tears are the realness of a Mothers Touch taken away Witnessed, by God's Own Law,  Compassion. Are their any who passed?
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Mar 22, 2016
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#freedom#judas#corruption#trial#pope#dali#lama#witnessing
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