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Unspiritual Warfare
by lucy G Jackalone

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Call your self a Christian
Speak of your God
Tell them i'm a liar
And not able to love
Hold their hands Tight
And donít let them go
Tell them you are right
And that it must be me to go
Tell them you loved me
Tell them I was cruel
Tell them their mother
Did not live by Gods rule.
Tell them Iím a sinner
Tell them youíre a saint
Look in their little faces
And continue to paint,
The awful picture that you are building
Of the mother that they knew
Yet donít tell them
Most of this happened
In part because of you
Donít remind them of the pain
Or the fights they once knew
The screaming in the nights
And all the
I hate youís
Donít tell them how you hit me
In a jealous fit of rage
All because
I just could not love you
For even one more day.

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Reviewed by Mark
That night I did not hit you. I simply held you wrists and push you back to give me some space. The shock I felt at seeing you with Tony was so unbelievable that I felt my mind go. Oh, how I loved you so. Oh how the hatered did flow - from you towards me. I lost my wife and I don't know why, I don't know how. The arguments we had were mostly because you just didn't understand. I said one thing, you heard another. When I tried to share that you missunderstood me you grew enraged. Nothing I said, no amount of control of my emotions, no outward display of love could pierce your vail, to win your heart, that I still cared.

Poor Folk by F. Dostoyevsky by Liana Margiva

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