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Dear Fundamentalist Friend

Dear Fundamentalist Friend

Have you stockpiled your food for the coming shit storm?

Do you have dreams of me banging on the doors of your bomb shelter… like a drowning man to Noah’s ark?

How you would hold my gaze like a prizefighter… confident that your God through you would win.

And in that way,

you lost.

Me.

Meekness

Have you ever known anything of it?

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