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Jun 2020
George Floyd’s encountered virtue captured
Beyond the words of “I Can’t Breathe”
A feeling now in being at ease
George Floyd’s last dying moments, he called for his Deceased Mother
Son, I see your pain and suffering, and I will rescue you
George Floyd’s Deceased Mother heard his cry, I welcome you by my side
Together we shall reside
You suffered enough, and Heaven is no bluff
Everlasting soothing peace
Praise and come up and take part in this spiritual feast
Your soul has been counted, and lifted up
Son, you are home at last
Now you can breathe and rejoice.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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