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Nov 2024
If you think they're coming here to sing a psalm to you there's no helping you, do you really think that choir of thieving hypocrites that sit on velvet seats whilst talking **** and bull are in waiting to pull you out of the water, no, they're there to drown you in the mire that they're creating,
whatever name they go by they all scheme and cheat and lie and however much we try we cannot beat them at their own game.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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