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01-08-2007, 07:44 PM | #101 (permalink) |
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well its hard too when one is exhausted from repeating themsleves, because, brickhead followers, cant take the plugs out their ears and listen to the truth, and pure reason.
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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But the laws presented to the Jewish people in the 5 books of Moses, remain true for Christians in the Old Testament. You don't know much about your religion do you? |
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01-08-2007, 07:46 PM | #104 (permalink) | |
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01-08-2007, 07:46 PM | #105 (permalink) | |
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He was talking about Christians. Try to keep up, oojay. Haha, we both said it, lol.
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01-08-2007, 07:47 PM | #107 (permalink) |
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well, christians usually frown upon sex before marriage, mary was not married, and, apparently, some form of witchcraft impregnated her. sound like one of those pagan witchcraft storie huh oojay
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |