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May 2020
Halt, you are under a storm.
Some warning has been brewing for sometimes to solve it.
But political forces and juries ignored it.

No community has ever been safe.
It's just a comfort zone.

Beware, when the lightning strikes?
Like a driving tornado, someone will be hurt.

And none will be listening to ministers from any church.
When King died many just stepped to aside?

They use his sermons at selected times?
Always asking their own race to be the forgiving kind.
But sometimes, it just got to be them.

They control the narratives to peace?
Because death is the next path they will eventually meet.
And no flight of running can help them.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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