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I was born the morning of the proposed rapture.
I had no build up, no rexella to lead me along the way.
i was born hours before the rapture.

it was good. the people blind-led to the steeple. Chase manhattan and chaste vipers. Chastity belt arby's melts, the day was shining, the nicholson was buying.

I was born before the end. No time to comb my tomb, to raise my bread, to thread through the dead...a bee-line to a thriving bee-hive.
Give me time pastor dave..nay say he. Give me a moment ...only at lent...the day was spent...
All because of a faulty contraceptive. i was the mistake before the dawn. (I think they have a polynesian festival for siamese birthdays...measured from conception)