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She said he was wealthy, owned several properties, endowed several churches and sired seven children, all of whom he disowned. For her, evidence that wealth doesn't always trickle down. He left it to foreign missions, teachers of intolerance. Tattered black and white photo, his eyes glare from crackled glaze, severe stare, pefected through lifelong practice, or simply hypocracy. Malevolence sparked her old, blue, hooded eyes as she told me of his death. He claimed he did not suffer because of his righteousness. She bore her story as a curse, relieved to pass it on to me. Now I pass the burden on.
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 1:58 PM UTC
The Curse
She said he was wealthy, owned several properties, endowed several churches and sired seven children, all of whom he disowned. For her, evidence that wealth doesn't always trickle down. He left it to foreign missions, teachers of intolerance. Tattered black and white photo, his eyes glare from crackled glaze, severe stare, pefected through lifelong practice, or simply hypocracy. Malevolence sparked her old, blue, hooded eyes as she told me of his death. He claimed he did not suffer because of his righteousness. She bore her story as a curse, relieved to pass it on to me. Now I pass the burden on.
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 1:58 PM UTC
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