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"Trayvon"


Haha!...You may have killed my son, but forever his soul will live............Trayvon.

You think you've defeated my family? And that you played us as if it were a game of gambling.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The gun went off. But in my soul, was the home of a cross.

The law? What is that?

At the end of the day, your lawyers just wanted their pockets fat.

The one behind the trigger lives forever.

Whether his heart is hard or his mind is soft like a feather.

Ahaa! You thought you were clever.

George ZimmerMAN?

If you were a man you would have owned up to what you did, but you ran!

Its something about that system I cannot stand!

All I know is for my son, justice is a demand.

George Zimmerman? Guilty? No you're not.

I know one thing, hmm, in hell you will rot.

Trayvon? I hear you baby.

I must admit, without you I have been depressed lately.

You may have pulled the trigger and took his life.

But you WILL have to answer to Jesus Christ.

 

 

 

 

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