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You're Not A Christian

This poem takes place in the year 1800

You call yourself a Christian who has been saved.
But you're not a Christian because you have slaves.
Instead of freeing your slaves, slavery is something you choose to prolong.
If you were a Christian, you'd free them because Jesus said slavery is wrong.
When you pretend to be a Christian, it definitely makes God mad.
Because you can't see that you're a horrible person, it is very sad.
God and Jesus realize that slaves are precious human beings who should be free.
You're not a true Christian because If you were, you'd free your slaves immediately.
Owning fifty slaves makes you money and their hardship makes your purse swell.
I wouldn't want to be you because when you die, you might just go to Hell.

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Rachel Hughes

It says in the bible that the first people, Jesus is going to judge when he comes 
back is the slave traders.
you hit the spot with this one.
I hate slavery when people are treated like cattle
And I back the all lives matter movement Too.
I am a christian and true christians would never own a slave.
Well said!!

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