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Dear Mr. Preacher's Son


Aren’t you so great, your wonderful Christian ways. No you say i'll never hurt her, make her cry, feel pain.

Dear Mr. Preacher’s Son

Aren’t you so sweet you said you loved her and all she had.

Dear Mr. Preacher's Son

Does your family know the truth, your christian ways seem to be broken….you know just a little bit.

Dear Mr. Preacher’s Son

You hurt her so great, yes as you say you shall go to heaven just to feel the pain of seeing everything.

Dear Mr. Preacher’s Son

All sins are forgiven?

Dear Mr. Preacher’s Son

You have fun in heaven, Because my Dear Mr. Preacher’s Son you yourself are a sin.

 
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