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i'd prayed for the Holy Ghost more times than most engrossed in the idea religion was some signpost ...waiting for Mary's face on my own toast i lost all hope when I saw the demon host rising hellish from their infernal roast i just wish someone had, to me, disclosed that there's no such thing as ghosts
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 12:35 AM UTC
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i'd prayed for the Holy Ghost more times than most engrossed in the idea religion was some signpost ...waiting for Mary's face on my own toast i lost all hope when I saw the demon host rising hellish from their infernal roast i just wish someone had, to me, disclosed that there's no such thing as ghosts
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 12:35 AM UTC
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