No Filter Sunday
In the midst of the crowds, bells of laughter sound out.
The joyous sounds of being free to be yourselves among followers.
Th freedom to say what we want with No Judgement, No Worry, No Filter.
The day to purge ourselves of our sins to one another,
And to release that which has brought us down.
To understand each other, to grow closer.
To feel our souls soar amongst trees,
And our hearts beat together.
We want No Filter.
We need No Filter.
There is No Filter.
On Sunday.
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