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Mar 2019
Settled for this setting
but wanted more
all I got
was war war war

The "righteous" stoning
breaking every bone
all their poison
sown and grown and I groan

This buildingΒ Β was to be holy
but this place is lonely
cold
wholly unholy

Am I at any point better
to call the church a fetter?
silent judgments
& this severed letter
//On religion//
Jack Jenkins
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Jack Jenkins  28/M/Washington State
(28/M/Washington State)   
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