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erase me

and the sheep turned on their sheopard

selfish

and drank their saviors blood

thinking it was rain

 

as the bombs tore holes in Gods skins

and he quieted..,

 

but not for many years.

after all that was left was a scar and His hands. which took on arthritus.

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Dec 30, 2010
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