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My flesh is moving, my heart is racing, and spirit shifting. Thousands of emotions conflicting, at war, roaring, weak, and sobbing. I looked to the "blue & white" and "let the rivers flow" . Lost sight of faith and reliance in God. My passion was ruined and lynched by their motive of hate. I consult with myself and mutter the words from my bruised lips : " Oh father, how merciful you are to those who are one with the enemy and use sin as a weapon." . I finally concluded that my people shall someday not only overcome but revolutionize.
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WarrenK
I really put my passion & faith into this, thank you. -Khari Warren

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