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Sprayed Spittle and Sanctimony

I rale against this GOD of pestilence and joyous pain. This GOD of the sinners unforgiving beggars and fear. I shout into the vacuous vacancy of empty souls - huddled in hope pleading for the penetence of an unobtainable peace. I mock the preachers pulpitized phlegm sprayed spittle and sanctimony mesmerizing the melancholy cajoling the sheep with wolf tales. I believe in simple things in butterfly translucent wings in sermons preached by bullfrog dawns in "crownless" kings and regal pawns John G. Lawless 5/17/2020

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Date: 5/17/2020 9:54:00 PM
My bliss is fleeting on a wing. Relish this. xomo
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John Lawless
Date: 5/19/2020 7:08:00 AM
Bliss is but the kiss of time passing
Date: 5/17/2020 8:10:00 PM
Wow. So awesome a write, dear friend. I truly enjoyed reading and thank you for posting it. Love to you and blessings too, Gina
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John Lawless
Date: 5/19/2020 7:06:00 AM
Thanks for stopping by Regina, always nice to hear from you

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