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The First Socialist

The socialist Spilt coffee on the kitchen table the liquid formed the face of Jesus, as painted by an artist. The face has idealized the sum of we hoped for handsome and not old. Jesus was the Assange of his time, a contrarian telling us the truth; we don’t like being told the truth. The church, the capitalist of the time, adopted him like he should be one of them. They only did this when too many believed in his teaching and the put quotes in his mouth what he never said. Born in a stable by a lower-class family who was behind in rents and thrown out, his father too up carpentry which Jesus was no good at doing He was more bookish walking around critical of the regime which arrested him and then crucified him as a warning to his many fans, but his equality talks are still around today we call it socialism.

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