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Hell...Oh!

I was sitting on a park bench when this interesting guy sat down. we were soon chatting about sense,and i checked him see my frown! He smiled emphasizing he never meant physical! He was speaking of the heavenly!and the continuing of the spiritual! I told him i only believed in myself as religion had gripped only wealth! Gathering and conquering every living soul!posturing!pontificating!fools! Then he laughed and passed me his bottle"I,ll toast with you my son!" Walked off!and then i looked down at hoof prints settled!so cheers... have fun!

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