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| Tell me... What on earth is wrong with the people of this land? You judge me not for the goodness of my heart but for the gender of the one who holds my hand. Tell me... Why is it not okay, Do I cause this world more harm because I choose not to hate or judge but to embrace love and take it by the arm? Tell me... With so little time on this earth, when there are so many battles we must fight, why is it you choose one of caring and compassion and tell me that it's not right? Tell me... With war and hunger and disease all knocking at your door with pain, why must you waste useful energy when you will never bring the rain? Tell me... In your last days, when you have wasted you time hating me and death is tapping at your window, will God set you free? |
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