anartao
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Manufactured hatredA Poem by anartao |
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Crippled handsA Poem by anartao |
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The flock have been abandonedA Poem by anartaoAbout the rot we find within the church, when the shepherds collude with the wolves |
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Golden fundamentalismA Poem by anartaoThe worship of the $ |
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Collateral damageA Poem by anartao |
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The noble myths of warA Poem by anartao |
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The cost beyond the dollarA Poem by anartao |
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Mystery or mundaneA Poem by anartao |
