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I will not be your confessor priest, nor forgive all that you do. I have no power of forgiveness, even though you're dying too. I have seen you **** the mothers, in the West and in the East; You **** your babies in the womb, to create a devil's feast. Yet I cannot judge you, nor forgive all that you do, I cannot sit in judgment, for I am but passing through. I cannot judge you for your wars, religious jihad settled scores; All the scriptures penned as ****** to power games, those septic sores. Nor that you choose to impose peace, with nuclear  threat and freedoms cease. I cannot purify your will, which caused the poor to pay the bill, for your diseases that spirits **** For I am dying just like you, and like the horses fodder, we just pass through.
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Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 4:56 AM UTC
Dying For Forgiveness
I will not be your confessor priest, nor forgive all that you do. I have no power of forgiveness, even though you're dying too. I have seen you **** the mothers, in the West and in the East; You **** your babies in the womb, to create a devil's feast. Yet I cannot judge you, nor forgive all that you do, I cannot sit in judgment, for I am but passing through. I cannot judge you for your wars, religious jihad settled scores; All the scriptures penned as ****** to power games, those septic sores. Nor that you choose to impose peace, with nuclear  threat and freedoms cease. I cannot purify your will, which caused the poor to pay the bill, for your diseases that spirits **** For I am dying just like you, and like the horses fodder, we just pass through.
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Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 4:56 AM UTC
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