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1d
Three baby Jesus's
Up on a tree
Who put them there
Nobody knows
the Betrayed, the Savior
Bleeding out
with cries
of "why have you forsaken me?"
How can You be forsaken
When You got mad at a mall
Ruined all the stores
All because Your dad was mad.
Bree
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Bree  42/Cisgender Female/Los Angeles
(42/Cisgender Female/Los Angeles)   
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   Chris and Damocles
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