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They told me the Gospel spoke about Him. 
I've searched Dan to Beersheba 
but could not find the women he festered.
They asked why I can't see what they see,
I told them my head is too unreasonable 
to pass the test of poisoned goat, 
and to invite unseen critters to stay overnight.
I refused the washing before I spoke to Him.
Anything to get to my head. They came
 at me with Razer phones telling me they 
wanted to sever ties between my shoulders, 
I changed my Facebook profile before 
I smile again, but they came at me with 
a young man crying the story of Yusuf.
Someone must have lied about the paddocks
that pasture my emotions; there are no apertures
in the fences. I did not hesitate to ask his reasons,
they did not hesitate to rejoin, the prologue
by Him contains the newest explorations
and oldest disclosures. I find that hard to believe.
It is not good to play with God; I saw him
burned a statue of Jesus with lightening.

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