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Walls of reinforced steel reserve, packed high with political ambitions the steps leading up into the night sky of diamonds, for prayers from the pulpit of doom to those huddled below in the basement chants and incense sticks the temple stood imposing upon every worshipers fear. She was more than ***** as she danced snakes gyrating to the tax collections of repentance. At night she coiled around the sanctum sanctorum of greed and faked ******* of deceit. God gave -the priest didn't! Author Notes Even if God gave the priest wouldn't? Contemplation 11 © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
The temple
Walls of reinforced steel reserve, packed high with political ambitions the steps leading up into the night sky of diamonds, for prayers from the pulpit of doom to those huddled below in the basement chants and incense sticks the temple stood imposing upon every worshipers fear. She was more than ***** as she danced snakes gyrating to the tax collections of repentance. At night she coiled around the sanctum sanctorum of greed and faked ******* of deceit. God gave -the priest didn't! Author Notes Even if God gave the priest wouldn't? Contemplation 11 © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
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