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A Shared View

reneehendricks:

It can never be, they say

When you tell them you do not pray

How do you live, they inquire

When a god-free life is what you admire

But the design and intelligence, they shout

When you state creationism carries no clout

There was no Adam and Steve, they cry

When tolerance for all is what you stand by

May you burn in hell, they spew

When all you have done is shared your view

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ROFLMAO!

themourningdew:

Armed with secrets and knowledge,

Her role now converts to holy revenge,

Given to her by GOD,

With his sound approval,

Of your cheating,

Your destroying women without a thought,

Causing a little girl tears of sorrow,

And ruining happiness for those with prophecy,

Watch prophecy destroy what you have left.

Is this “holy revenge” being done as Just_Real_Me on Twitter? Because I’ve got to tell you I’m in contact with Randy Tucker and have let him know you’re illegally using his picture. I’ve also taken snapshots of your most recent tweeting to a woman on Twitter. I’m sure as a fellow Christian he’s going to be rather unhappy about this.

But keep on with your “holy revenge”. Wait, weren’t you supposed to be leaving Tumblr (like 2-3 days ago)? You’re not…lying are you?

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Weeks End Is Your Great Timing With The Lord

themourningdew:

Knew the bad secrets,

A boy begged for food and rent,

Weeks end is your time.

From one who stalks and harasses. She goes on and on about a boy starving and yet does *nothing* to help. She doesn’t ask the mother how she can help personally. What she does is creep around the Internet finding innocent and unrelated people via her “dream visions” and begins a campaign of harassment. She also truly believes that David Karp is reading her posts and she’s stated on numerous occasions that bad things will happen to him if he doesn’t get rid of accounts she feels have slighted her.

Fun stuff, the terminally insane.

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