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False profit

Here lies the False prophet
Who lied about his life
Lied about his profits
and his prophesies  
That never came true
Then lied about his lies
Took credit for failings
Yet somehow rose up from his grave
To spew more lies  
Because one without a soul never need worry about going to Hell
Written by Poetryman
Published | Edited 14th Aug 2024
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