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my Christ is not, yours. and don’t you go, confusing the two. mixin’ Redemption and cop-outs, like an addict institutionalized; looking for their whorish fix. my Christ, not, your Christ has embraced me like a Father so fervent; doting, devoted, delighted. all this, even during my most gross & pornographic hours. your Christ is not, mine. and don’t you go quoting that verse, about ‘Original Sin’, or some ******** penitence your Christ, not, my Christ is a vapid excuse for a multi-generational blood feud, a Non Causa Pro Causa, for your shit-cycling system, Rooted so holistic In **** and lies
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Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 12:14 PM UTC
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my Christ is not, yours. and don’t you go, confusing the two. mixin’ Redemption and cop-outs, like an addict institutionalized; looking for their whorish fix. my Christ, not, your Christ has embraced me like a Father so fervent; doting, devoted, delighted. all this, even during my most gross & pornographic hours. your Christ is not, mine. and don’t you go quoting that verse, about ‘Original Sin’, or some ******** penitence your Christ, not, my Christ is a vapid excuse for a multi-generational blood feud, a Non Causa Pro Causa, for your shit-cycling system, Rooted so holistic In **** and lies
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yakkobus
20/M/United States
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 12:14 PM UTC
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