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Dear David,

Dear David,
Who says that you’re going to hell?
In a world of hate and lies and greed
Why should it be you who goes to hell?
There’s no blood on your hands,
No lies upon your lips…
Why then, my sweet David,
Would it be you who goes to hell?

Have you eaten shellfish?
Have you lain with a man?
Have you worn cross manufactured clothing?
Did you not beat your slave?
.. did you forget to ritualistically slaughter a goat?
Oh…
Then, yeah, you’re pretty much fucked.

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