Who They Are

The poet felt injustice in calling it Fancy Ketchup. The priest said the most grievous sins can be forgiven.

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The priest wondered if anyone changed. The poet said he’d seen it often, depending on who was paying.

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The poet would punish evil by making them hated by all. The priest would in having them loved by all.

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