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Halls Of Judgement


Ok quiet down listen up for a story, It's a good story so it won't be boring. It starts as a little black girl drowned in tears, She was always teased and hurt by her peers. But she never fought back that's not her, Words like boots that kicked to the curb. Until one day she brought a gun to school. “This is for all who teased me and thought it was cool.” She then went crazy shot the jocks and her teachers. Then went off at the announcement preachers. The cops rolled by and it just got serious. Well it was already serious when she brought the gun period. But anyway back to the story, as she was screaming, You all deserve it, you bullies hurt my feelings. The cops replied, “put the gun down and exit the building.” “Never, I’d rather die than go to prison or juvie.” She fired a couple shots at the cops with the uzi. Got one in the head, and another in the cap. With a vengeance the law fought back. A bullet hit her in the arm that was holding the gun. She fell to the ground with nowhere to run. The chief yelled, “she's disarmed rush in one by one.” They all huddled around her guns point blank to face. One cop said, “stay down don't move or we'll shoot.” Anything you say can and will be used against you. She closed her eyes awaiting the judge of the jury. But not by the hands of congress, but by God's furry.
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drosewife23
From the heart.

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