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The Red Carpet

now walking down what they think might be called the cat walk stopping slightly pivoting leaning whispering with showing off their latest statement in religious fashion what used to be just one dress called Sunday's best designerless with a woman always hat headed or a scarf but now scoffed on because they are liberated in mind but they're eyes too blind to see the book doesn't agree with what their modern beliefs in letting them cast stones unfashionably but sung in a more modern they hate song they are compaired by the height of their steeple as the aisle to the altar shifts and alters uncoordinate colors from regal red to grass green but not greener on the other side from being eaten by all the sheeple

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Book: Shattered Sighs