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Feb 2012
Smile in your face and place
you on top of a mountain.
Only to drag you down for
the amusement of the town.

Religion he claims for the
whole world to see,
a member of pure darkness,
con artist and a liar.

Prestige, a sense of falseness
cleverly put into play.
A game for the kisser and
no room for the weak.

No yards to be gain as the
quarters come to an end.
In the end its all worth it
because you will learn.
Phillip Blytheville
Written by
Phillip Blytheville  Dallas, Texas
(Dallas, Texas)   
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