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Aug 2018
Father, I confess.
Well, what about the priest?
In their secret conference room abusing youth.

Now, trying to apologize for their horrific crimes.
When like molesters you should be serving time.

But money covering up crimes.
Sooner or later you can't hide behind your robe.

Now that your history is told.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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   Keith Wilson
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