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The Life of a Beggar

The life of a beggar man isn't nice, getting grub from garbage, sleeping rough and freezing is bloody inhuman. They spit and curse at me like I'm a savage. I'm a man who fell on hard times when I lost my job at the factory. Wife-kids left me and I did crimes to get drugs and booze so there'd be no sad memory. Jailed many times, a ruined life. Now I have God by my side and just beg for money so I can get enough to rid me of strife, become a priest and help the poor and needy. As a pastor, my first job is to clean His Church, Empty it of these hypocritical rats who rant false faith. Fill His House with people who have heart-soul to search, who'll find God and embrace His Spirit as they walk His Path.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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