the end is near and children I fear that all your work hasn't gotten you anywhere your faith was a joke when you swallowed it you choked on all the bull he promised did you see the golden gate or did you finally realize that religon is fake that your fate is death and after you die there will be nothing left except bones hidden under a walkway
Reason for writing:
Boredom
Birth sign: Aquarius
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