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The Final Hours of a Doomed Faithful Following
A silver tongue, a heavy cross,A promise whispered in the shade,He measured power by their loss,And built a cage of fan-made jade. From Indiana’s stifling heatTo jungle vines in Guyana’s gloom,He drew the faithful to his feet,And led them down the hall of doom. A congressman in blood laid low,Triggered the panic in his mind;“The… Read more
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