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***** Hands Are they clean? Pontius Pilate, washing those hands that night, now are the filthy deeds made white! America, do tell about the politicians blind-eyed toward homeless people in the streets, tell me about children starving to death? Does a wealthy man cleanse hiimself as the blood leaves his hands? Banning guns & glocks, as girls are sold into slavery, in the blocks. A gift for kids to go to school It's not a gift to get shot up. From poverty to bullies to school shootings, Mrs. Liberty has lost her footing. When we go home, locking doors and turning the noise up, is washing of the hands with soap, making us whole?
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Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 11:48 PM UTC
***** Hands
Bound and led the quiet man, delivered up to me. "Put him to death, the blasphemer", was the people's plea. My wife sent word to wash my hands, she suffered in a dream. I tried with water before the mob, it didn't make me clean. I put a sign above the cross, the one I made him bring. I killed a greater man than I, he truly was the king.
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Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 11:35 AM UTC
I am Pilot
"Will you marry me?” whispered her sly slivers of purple, prestige and occasional lie five years later. And had we not been asunder that very same altar we’d sought fallen stars on several days prior, I’d have said, “no.” Sure, she’d brought a bounty oranges, but could he, if ever, answer with the hand that’d waived like the incense before? He said “yes.”
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Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
Pontius parallel Ganges