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#godfearing
hellbent on slaughtering the devils at my door held an exorcism so they can't hurt me anymore mouthful of sin the father has me on my knees because i won’t pray for him i owe him no apologies i’m not your disciple i fear no god i won’t follow blindly the pious lies that i’ve been told
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Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 12:53 AM UTC
hellbent
Plastic hippies and flashy Hollywood ****** These were my neighbors and much much more. The memorable characters on my famous street Didn’t always have money or shoes on their feet. I was the person meant to grow up Finding these neighbors disgusting. That was before all the questions I had Of the vengeful God I was trusting. But, I came to know that people Must be more than what Sunday And all the hypocritical singing Would claim them to be someday. So I started learning what people Do when they act and walk Then tried to match those actions up With how people behave and talk. Plastic hippies and flashy Hollywood ****** These were my neighbors and much much more. The memorable characters on my famous street Didn’t always have money or shoes on their feet. Let The plastic hippies pretend How mellow and tolerant they are In their designer Levi cutoff shorts And their carefully chosen used cars. And expensive ****** and slinky pimps Turn out to be much the same thing They do what they do, get what they get And all of it to please some great king. Is that any different than praying in church To invisible God they don't know? Sneer if you wish and call it a sin But I don't think that's how it should go. Plastic hippies and flashy Hollywood ****** These were my neighbors and much much more. The memorable characters on my famous street Didn’t always have money or shoes on their feet.
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 11:19 PM UTC
NEIGHBORS
You cannot go without noticing her in a room full of strangers she always stands out poised and dignified she wears beauty of the nine lights her body soft like fine silk her heart is that of a child loving and warm she speaks for the voiceless and acts for the weak and vulnerable when you meet her you will notice she wears a scarf of three colors black, red, green the colors of her nation nothing more captivating this duchess the Malawian duchess when you meet her say your hellos I'll answer you back for I am her a young Malawian duchess the first and last of my kind
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May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
Malawian duchess