Ash WednesdayA Poem by SquinklaPsyOpsOriginal Religious PoetryDear Father God Rub your ashes on my forehead in a sign of a cross To remind me of your Son Jesus Christ As I repent of all the sins I have commited I continue this period of spiritual discipline Clean my thoughts and make me an Arch Angel Where I promise to always push to hell all demons and lost ghosts In the Name Of Your Son Jesus Christ and The Holy Spirit I kneel in front of You and Your Son Amen
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Added on February 18, 2015Last Updated on February 19, 2015 Tags: Original Religious Poetry AuthorSquinklaPsyOpsUSConstitutionAboutWriter Of The TwentyFirstCentury, confiscated the PsyOps script from the corrupt military radio host that was remotely assaulting me inside the city, which I plan to publish parts of it here, to study.. more..Writing
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