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Martin Mikelberg Dec 2017
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jeffrey conyers Jul 2016
Ministers preaches transform from the world.
In other words be not conform to it.
But w must adjust to the world that God created.

Problems exist.
To some a total mess.
We see conflicts between voters and selected presidential candidates.

One wants to bomb any of another racial climate.
Call them radical without accepting truth about his own.
And once elected and bodies of soldiers lying upon the ground.

Then you see voters trying to turn opinions around..

Adjusting to the world.
Means adjusting to truth.
We surrounded by forces of various groups.

Then you a woman that many states lies when in truth all politicians does when before us.
None can admit that they hate to see a woman lead.
After all scriptures wording keeps them as a secondary gender.

A book ritten by men to govern us all.
ith words that God inspired them to write.

Adjusting to the world means adjusting to changes.
Some w failing to ompletely explain.
Martin Mikelberg Dec 2017
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A comment on what I see. but I am still hopeful.
Bard Jul 2022
If your feeling optimistic then go get checked at your optometrist
I've been called a cynic but I really feel dead and pessimistic  
Always been a critic to curb the sickness I smoke it chronic
Words like knives and the cuts are turning septic
Anxious hives over what was progress is caustic
Patience leaves us desiccated and filled with plastic
The elders worship ******* and fascist isn't it tragic
Currency fetters us wagies compliance tacit to magats
Urgency after the page is riddled fully automatic
Solvency under law since the Ritten word became tactic
Theorys get bitten from a foxes tale ripped from static
Its a habit of cult classics like Catholics oppressing hicks
We sit in this death cult around psychotics or rock the ship
Have to prove good and antibiotics can still cure this ****
Or face terminal loss and watch our kids eat the bullet

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