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theology proper#2

By HiramDiaz

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you shouldn't cry sweet Jesus - even though your porcelain stitched fingers are torn       a            p                  a                      r                              t from the blast         of our guns' shaft - no,no,you shouldn't cry, because,when you don't an aureole rises behind your glistening countenance and shines more brilliantly than the sun in all her splendor... Jesus, don't cry, they have better plans for you than that wretched old cross that makes sweat swivel around your bloodied crown, and stings every open lattismal sore - a gun, a knife, a stick, a rock, a nuclear warhead... all these they have prepared for you, and, you will be avenged.quickie.....god im tired hiram Written December 11th, 2001 © on Dec 11 2001 08:45 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1

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