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Son of a Butcher

Knives fly cows and chickens die new world translations morality always a test abandoned sons the fathers crimes exposed cursed by a closed mind brainwashed by voices in the sky mathematics begin to multiply only then will fathers repent and children rejoice animals roam free all the living have precious souls

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Francis Brown

Date: 3/23/2020 5:15:00 PM

The NWT has everything to do with "by voices in the sky," but nothing to do with God.

Harry Horsman

Date: 3/21/2019 5:49:00 PM

When one think about nature and the world in general, it is all about killing, from human's down to the bottom of the chain,,,love your poem, Arthur, point taken...

Paul Callus

Date: 3/21/2019 1:53:00 PM

I'm looking forward to that day, Arthur! Going by my maths, I won't be here to celebrate! Regards // paul

White Wolf

Date: 3/21/2019 5:57:00 AM

It all sounds good to me, matey! We must thank for the lessons that religion has taught us, many times and in as many ways. From yours truly, The Bishop's Beast. Lol...

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 3/21/2019 2:56:00 AM

Hi Arthur, For the sins of the fathers, the children will suffer. To repent is the only way to go forward from our first breath to our dying breathe. A gem Arthur. Poetry hugs, Jennifer.

Eve Roper

Date: 3/19/2019 11:55:00 AM

We are the models of our parents.. but I don't believe that we can change the future a circle of life for goodness. Thank you for the inspirational compliment you have given me, Hugs Eve ~`*

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/19/2019 5:34:00 AM

- Terrible ... but necessary, Arthur - hugs // Anne-Lise :)