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Trans PORT Station

Trans PORT Station
a hard look in side at how power is misused no one can glide upon rusty shells they tiptoe on the path well meaning people do wrong to innocents in the name of prevention we nip this sort of thing in the bud is what they say to all the kings horses got back together and then worry is a form of communication to a thief a man can give the location away of his riches he pats his pockets a good thief can find the way inside and take it all away the fortune plays for him he has the worlds repsect but not his own he frowns down his nose at all the peers in Rome they have this to a science they teach pickpocketing at Church the pews are lined with rows upon rows near the rectory office sits an alcove with a small work bench upon the bench is found a looking glass it is cracked down the middle on the side of the mirror is some pearls of wisdom found the person using the cracked mirror comes around to religious way of thinking fill the bank with more money make the people give you money add money to the till get money from the will money on a cheque money cash in hand money any way you can you can become saved in the Sanctuary then they will work you in the Bairn they will teach you heap your riches up inside the Lectern we will all be rich from Labor is the Key to money to work to be poor is to be dirt it is hard to eat with strangers what is in the soup will it be enough to go around the room how many bread to pass among the crowd the rich loathes will do how did you get here we drove we rode we flew the poor man walked into the mission bell was never ringing they do not ever seem to call the people to attention at the mission there is no ringing bell calling people to the Church is near the soup kitchen where they keep the money in the Vault away from all of you the money is not true but robbed of tithes and offerings in the plate today the Priest looked down and found the Mirror there intact the Gold and Pearls all told the poor in Heaven now you see them now you d’ont

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