Here is some poetry.
I don't want to write what I'd like to say...
It'd come of the tip of a tongue soaked in vile bitterness, anger prevails over what should be forgiven.
No one is forgiving and no one has forgotten.
Take me home. Know yourself and know the Begotten.
No more revisions, stay true to hope in a faith so lost.
What good is religion
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