vivors, respectively, and I made a post about it on Facebook and no one liked or shared the post? Would you like and share my post? debate-me-debate-me

  • Mindfury [he/him]
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    3 months ago

    did you bake yourself a cake for your 247th birthday?

    • PaX [comrade/them, they/them]
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      3 months ago

      Hypothetically, yes, that was my last last birthday and I am so poor I had to make it out of lentils and sugar beanis and tears but now I can't even afford that

      Won't someone share my post?

  • Red_Sunshine_Over_Florida [he/him]
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    3 months ago

    I don't know. Are you also so poor nobody baked you a peach cream cakre. Don't forget that not even a veteran Jesus with big prosthetic feet is immune from means testing.

    • PaX [comrade/them, they/them]
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      3 months ago

      Hypothetically, yes, I am also so poor that no one even baked me a cake and one of Osama van Gaddafi's IEDs took my feet and also I have a puppy

      These posts never trend 🙁😞😞

  • Black_Mald_Futures [any]
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    3 months ago

    Here's an AI generated song about it

    (Verse 1) In a small town, in a quiet church pew,

    Sits a man with a story, so deep and true,

    His face worn with lines of battles long past,

    A veteran of wars, a heart made to last.

    (Chorus)

    Sad, sick Jesus, with wounds unseen,

    Posted on Facebook, but no likes intervene,

    A hero forgotten in the noise of the day,

    Hoping for solace, in a world turned away.

    (Verse 2) He shared a post of his trials and pain,

    Memories haunting, like relentless rain,

    But the likes didn’t come, just silence’s sting,

    Invisible wounds, he bears everything.

    (Bridge)

    He once fought for freedom, for stars and for stripes,

    Now battles within him, through endless >nights,

    The scars of the past, both seen and unseen,

    In the heart of a warrior, where dreams have >been.

    (Chorus)

    Sad, sick Jesus, with wounds unseen,

    Posted on Facebook, but no likes intervene,

    A hero forgotten in the noise of the day,

    Hoping for solace, in a world turned away.

    (Verse 3)

    But in the quiet of his humble abode,

    He finds solace in memories, in stories untold,

    For he knows true valor isn’t in likes or acclaim,

    But in courage to fight, in the face of the pain.

    (Outro)

    So here’s to the soldiers, the fighters unknown,

    To the battles they face, even when all alone,

    For every sad, sick Jesus, whose heart bears the strain,

    We honor your courage, through sunshine and rain.

    Haha we're doing climate change for this