I'm sorry mother, but your boy will never be a godly man and I'll tell my brother when I get to hell that his death did mean something. I'll say that it may sometimes pay to be rightious but a broken heart is always in high demand. Behold my irony, nuclear medicine stored in old army amunition cans. If war is black and your christ was white,
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