A Poem In Progress
Everybody starving for money.
Taking breaks in The Honey.
Money.
A god of this Wicked World.
That’s overflowing with suffering.
It’s called R.E.L.I.E.F.
Just spin and you’re in!
In The New World,
The dough will go.
The necessities will be ours.
Free! No rent.
No mortgage.
The God .
Will be our Loving Creator.
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Greetings.
I am here to make you aware of The Deadly Chemical Attack! Then. Bring it to a Screeching Halt!
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