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what would Jesus do?
read it on the walls, empty souless junkies, withering down the halls, mobs are armed with words, words are cruel and unjust, they smugly sit in judgment, with their eyes full of disgust, swelling sincerity, an impeccable man, he boils full with hatred, your eyes can't understand, disdain a dance for dollars, ignorance labels her a whore, yet she supports pieces of the future, he'll provide not a single thing for, it's a grim situation, people claim not to see, but you cry at the movies, it's just funny to me, a desperate division, homeless lives in the street, we offer one dollar, then spend fifty to eat, life poisons young children, not a trace left of hope, we tell them hang in there, then we show them the rope, it's a grim situation, people claim not to see, but you cry at the movies, it's just funny to me. Vote for this poem
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