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I saw a commercial today and it made me think of you. A bold line crossed the screen it said, chuckles it said: “Jesus didn’t teach hate He washed feet.” Immediately I knew the sentiment would resonate. If I called you in that moment I predict the trajectory of your voice would lift, a skit as you proclaim, “Oh ohhhh little girl, I just saw this ad, very amazing, very important, watch it!” The way you would preach, the words dripping off your tongue would sound so sweet it would make the naysayers believe in the power of prayer and the washing of feet— Then the bottle drops. ***** and vile words, arrogance and liquor; you’re both sweetened and soured. Mixed with lemonade, you grow your grandiose your self absorption and your hate like bunions, so you’ll need to wear another bottle like a bandaid to hide your insecurities and shame. Your feet are ******* filthy. They say “Jesus didn’t teach hate”— but did he know you?
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Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 11:13 AM UTC
A builder or a wrecker?
I saw a commercial today and it made me think of you. A bold line crossed the screen it said, chuckles it said: “Jesus didn’t teach hate He washed feet.” Immediately I knew the sentiment would resonate. If I called you in that moment I predict the trajectory of your voice would lift, a skit as you proclaim, “Oh ohhhh little girl, I just saw this ad, very amazing, very important, watch it!” The way you would preach, the words dripping off your tongue would sound so sweet it would make the naysayers believe in the power of prayer and the washing of feet— Then the bottle drops. ***** and vile words, arrogance and liquor; you’re both sweetened and soured. Mixed with lemonade, you grow your grandiose your self absorption and your hate like bunions, so you’ll need to wear another bottle like a bandaid to hide your insecurities and shame. Your feet are ******* filthy. They say “Jesus didn’t teach hate”— but did he know you?
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Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 11:13 AM UTC
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