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People over Profits 24/7 People over Profits 24/7 When you cried out to me in your weakness... you were shown mercy... but the day when you became strong... you could have returned the same...instead you struck me down... Your pummeled fist broke my teeth so that I could no longer eat... My mind became weak with hunger then thirst... and you held back even a drink of water from my lips... I roamed delirious and mad into the streets and you scorned me... You poisoned my little ones with your war on the poor... but still your hardened heart wanted more... and more... and more... until there was nothing left for even you to eat...and there was not one drop of water for one so proud as you to drink... But on this last day I say to you... stop looking at the powerless with hungry eyes... Take nothing more from the least of these... Please... I am begging you to eat my flesh... and on this day...drink my blood... Do this in remembrance of me.... Add This Entry To Your CureZone Favorites! Print this pageEmail this page  Alert Webmaster
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