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Oct 2018
When every last soul is dead .We will rise to meet our maker. And when we are called for judgement lets hope our answers are the right ones when questioned about the wrongs we did in life. And could those who done horrific crimes be sent back to earth to relive those crimes.
Or cast down to watch a never ending tape of his wrong and pain he must feel just like he done to others. Every minute of everyday for eternity as the fire burns beneath the feet.
Charlene
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Charlene  F/Los Angeles
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