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Apr 2020
Christ escaped his tomb this day.
We cheered and built a business
called religion and made a fortune.
We sell snake oil and ***** and
ask you to tithe for Him.
Kneel before false profits.
Losing my religion is harder than I thought it would be. It hangs within my body like my blood.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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