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Sunday 4-30-6
Dear GOD,
What crimes did I commit? Pain did I inflict upon others, innocent, manufactured guilty brothers? 'Cause I say I'm sorry, does it mean I was wrong? Prison won't let me & YOU get along. Rules and restrictions , my soul's always itchin'. Best seems to stay in my place. Who's the Sgt? Lustin' after threads is ardent. My worship remains fashionable. Favorite hues - herringbone & tweed - hounds tooth - linen - cloth - cotton, incarcerated waffle knits, big boys jers and hoods 'll make your heart bleed. Drink that with well done kicks. What part of Mennonite? What part of usin' the Bible to fight? 30 sec later, super angry, "Bruh just let it go". Switch the convo. Desperate Housewives seduce, we do live lives. Felon in possession of prayers that are unspoken & you don't believe in GOD - 'cause you think he's white.
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