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If I care about the fate of the innocent, be they killed as innocent bystanders or killed in vitro, and I vote accordingly, I am called the religious zealot. Then, when I vote for life, irrespective of my reason for voting there, I am labeled with phobias, angry, and mean. When I vote my conscience, With respect to my own beliefs, I am attacked by those who call themselves tolerant. The blatant reality says that if you agree They give you tolerance, false love, and Little peace, For a short time, and now, they feast on big black birds
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 8:35 AM UTC
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If I care about the fate of the innocent, be they killed as innocent bystanders or killed in vitro, and I vote accordingly, I am called the religious zealot. Then, when I vote for life, irrespective of my reason for voting there, I am labeled with phobias, angry, and mean. When I vote my conscience, With respect to my own beliefs, I am attacked by those who call themselves tolerant. The blatant reality says that if you agree They give you tolerance, false love, and Little peace, For a short time, and now, they feast on big black birds
I will not sit by idly and say nothing.
ted-aronis
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 8:35 AM UTC
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