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6d
Gutted and sold
Break through the mold
Beat up and ******
Disheveled, disowned

The feast of the plenty
Today we give thanks
We pray to our savior
Then drink from our drinks

The second coming
A forgotten disgrace
Why must we suffer
While others are safe

You butcher the words
That spew from your lips
The word of the lord
According to you
Written by
Cercis Walsh  18/M/New England
(18/M/New England)   
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