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Dec 2010
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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   Ahmad Cox
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