I heard this girl say, "Jesus Christ!" when an old lady at the grocery store started writing a check.
This is my poem to her hellbound soul.
Debit cards are a Mark of the Beast
My foolish friend
You say, "Im a winner".
However, I object:
You are a sinner.
You curs'd His Name.
Until you repent,
Onto hell
You will be sent.
This is my poem to her hellbound soul.
Debit cards are a Mark of the Beast
My foolish friend
You say, "Im a winner".
However, I object:
You are a sinner.
You curs'd His Name.
Until you repent,
Onto hell
You will be sent.
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