Theft by Deception
It's cruel to believe that a church could steal a birthright, take a piece of your heart and rip it away. But they have. I cry for the loss, of the underhanded dealings of the LDS and hope one day they will pay the price for their piper's song. Hang damn you, from the highest piler, fron the strongest rope swaying slowly in the breeze with your toes doing the dance of death. Try and steal this poem you blaggards!
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