That Is A Mystery

L Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why is there such a high crime rate, In these neighborhoods. And the people hating themselves, The way they do? 'That is a mystery. One would think that the ways of the demon, Taught in the churches on such a consistent basis... Would have eliminated all of the evilness by now. Huh? Or that poverty, homelessness and hunger... Would not exist. But see... I would not have noticed that at all, If you had not brought that to my attention. I had been ostracized many years ago. Yep. For being a nonconformist. Had you not invited me to visit your relatives, I wouldn't be here at all. You must don't go to church? Thank God I recognize on which side of the fence, My blessings flow. Comeon. Let's get out of here. We're already getting looks of suspicion.'

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