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Nov 2018
And you ask me,
Dear friend

Why I have painted
The world red

And I would have said:

Mind you I did not
Paint this world red

Someone just threw paint over my eyes once

And I haven't gotten it off yet
Hatred never stays one sided
And those who condemn others
For having it
Are the worst kind of hypocrite
Issachar Bacang
Written by
Issachar Bacang  17/M/the Vatican
(17/M/the Vatican)   
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